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mari Mar 2020
Lying on your bed,
fearing for your life,
heartbeat steady and quiet.
There is no telling where this path will lead.

Full of love and full of might,
yet there's nowhere to plant the seeds.
They're not worthy,
of pride you reek,
all this beauty will go to waste it seems
I don't have anyone

— The End —