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Jan 2017
Bitter, why is my heart so harsh
Soaked up inside the dark
Taste dipped inside black coffee
Unforgiving from the very start

Alone, pushing away society
Never understanding inside of me
What is this feeling that drowns me
Will it last an entire eternity?

Feeble, not sure if I am other people
Pale, sick with a beautiful veil
Icicle hands melting away
Without much truth to ever say

Take me, goddess of nature bath me
I rather be rain or a rose all alone
Let the clouds take me, build me a home
Iā€™m tired of wanting to be all alone
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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   Bianca Reyes and StaticNSage
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