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Me- a traumatic disorder in the sky scintillating every try, all my junctures, no wonder why? synthesizing your wicked cry! from autumn to winter, spring to dry, my countenance is always sly, revenge and my destructive plight, flossing the land beside. All my forms from water to ice, reincarnating a treacherous ride… for all the intentional harms you’ve done tonight, I still don’t stand aside. Eventually I relocate from north to south- wondering what this world’s about? Respect, responsibility or your silhouette, arguments, exploitation or another drought? Me, the reason for all your life, but you still aren’t ready to change your side.
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
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Me- a traumatic disorder in the sky scintillating every try, all my junctures, no wonder why? synthesizing your wicked cry! from autumn to winter, spring to dry, my countenance is always sly, revenge and my destructive plight, flossing the land beside. All my forms from water to ice, reincarnating a treacherous ride… for all the intentional harms you’ve done tonight, I still don’t stand aside. Eventually I relocate from north to south- wondering what this world’s about? Respect, responsibility or your silhouette, arguments, exploitation or another drought? Me, the reason for all your life, but you still aren’t ready to change your side.
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jai-1
Indian
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
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