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Nov 2018
I love this Ink written contridiction
But I hate my expression conviction
What if rhyming wasn’t the only way to express myself
What if I could truely find the truest peace
Within pieces of heaven and hell
It’s phesable but death’s ringing to choose a side
I’m sinning to god’s bell
Folie
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