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My life's a piece of poetry; the ones who read are the ones who see I am no ode nor a satire, might be an elegy or a pun, But how shallow my thought is, it's no fun... My life's a piece of prose; the ones who write are the ones who are free In the depths of my own existence, in the darkness I wander, in the light I yonder; I am restless... My life's a piece of literature; the ones who know are the ones who judge The thought of fear my mind's never been clear, To fathom my suffering you need to read me so dear.... My life is a piece of me; I will let you in, but I won't let you know. #HP
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
A Piece of me
My life's a piece of poetry; the ones who read are the ones who see I am no ode nor a satire, might be an elegy or a pun, But how shallow my thought is, it's no fun... My life's a piece of prose; the ones who write are the ones who are free In the depths of my own existence, in the darkness I wander, in the light I yonder; I am restless... My life's a piece of literature; the ones who know are the ones who judge The thought of fear my mind's never been clear, To fathom my suffering you need to read me so dear.... My life is a piece of me; I will let you in, but I won't let you know. #HP
earl-rhyan-ang
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
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