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Apr 2018
Life became unpredictable
Too hard to handle, Too difficult to follow
A cry for help would result in the loss of time
And yet remaining silent would almost eat me alive

Death became wanted
Constantly desired, Constantly thought of
No one knew, but me and my best friend scissors
There was nothing here that could make me want to stay


And that is when I
Became an Accidental Poet...



By : FreeMind
#36
22/04/18
FreeMind
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FreeMind
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