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Jan 7
i've realized that
me weeping out
in the form of ink
and words won't
make a difference
for my betterment

and yet, it feels
all too beautiful
to spread my tears
in the form of art
everywhere i go
Written by
hsn  14/beatopia
(14/beatopia)   
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