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the sorrows of the past are too heavy for my heart the grievings of the present are too wide for my mind and the uncertainties of the future are too big for my bones so i write poems i write songs i create stories that will never be told because for a brief moment i make the ugly stand for its beauty i make the difficut strikingly easy it is all a distraction of what is going on of what has been and of what it will never be my soul wouldn’t handle if i gave it some thought if i actually realized the size of it all and somehow my soul doesn’t fit my body anymore and i am trapped in a world staring at what has become unknown
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
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the sorrows of the past are too heavy for my heart the grievings of the present are too wide for my mind and the uncertainties of the future are too big for my bones so i write poems i write songs i create stories that will never be told because for a brief moment i make the ugly stand for its beauty i make the difficut strikingly easy it is all a distraction of what is going on of what has been and of what it will never be my soul wouldn’t handle if i gave it some thought if i actually realized the size of it all and somehow my soul doesn’t fit my body anymore and i am trapped in a world staring at what has become unknown
i woke up this morning to write this i still don’t know what its meaning is...
#personal#lost
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nanda
17/F/earth
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
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