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Jan 2021
Give me an ink
To drink
And I will ***** out my pain

All I need is a place to think
And I will sing
Out songs of pain

I wish I was an artist with brushes and paint
To picture down what is making me sink
In the tears of my pain.
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
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