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Dec 2020
Alone again with my thoughts at hand
Ready to be heard
But with no one that comprehends
My soul dyed with color of my thoughts
Am I not worth while?
I believe so
As these thoughts
Gives purpose & worth to my soul
It is not death a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
Written by
Eduardo10  27/M
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