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Mar 2015
Poets** were put on this earth to suffer because without it where would our thoughts come we thrive under hard times when life leaves you breathing nothing but sulfur but when in serenity we find we finally unwind and calm our troubled minds until the rug is pulled from under our feet down back to the deep we venture writing of sorrow surviving for the serenity to return to our world again
I've come to notice I write most of my work when i am depressed and my best work intoxicated by love however love hurts and back to the abyss I have fallen
Simon Woodstock
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Simon Woodstock
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