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Courteous it is hard to Be in a world full Of spite, bitterness- A compilation of Creatures that Breathe the fear's That they give. It's easier to die Then to live, Though vitality Is what wakes me. Makes me a cordial Free-floating Free-thinking And a being that wants to learn More with more time here on earth. Soul-uplifting Soul-survivor Soul Search. Soul found. Not stuck Not jailed Not in the ground. For I've been found By my god For my god Is always Nonstop, Like the wind Coming in- Side my head As I can hear his appellation like a bomb go Off in the most beautiful manner POP-
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
I can hear his appellation
Courteous it is hard to Be in a world full Of spite, bitterness- A compilation of Creatures that Breathe the fear's That they give. It's easier to die Then to live, Though vitality Is what wakes me. Makes me a cordial Free-floating Free-thinking And a being that wants to learn More with more time here on earth. Soul-uplifting Soul-survivor Soul Search. Soul found. Not stuck Not jailed Not in the ground. For I've been found By my god For my god Is always Nonstop, Like the wind Coming in- Side my head As I can hear his appellation like a bomb go Off in the most beautiful manner POP-
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Mar 13, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
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