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It seems I can only write poetry Whenever I'm sad to the bone Addicted to the melancholy Guts spilled out on paper Inner core filled with regret Insomnia, staying up later Shivers down my spine Feeling weak and numb Drowning in my wine
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
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It seems I can only write poetry Whenever I'm sad to the bone Addicted to the melancholy Guts spilled out on paper Inner core filled with regret Insomnia, staying up later Shivers down my spine Feeling weak and numb Drowning in my wine
arantxa
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
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