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They were told To pick up a pen And start writing A class filled with souls Sleep less Peace less Dark souls Told to pick up a pen And start writing What did they know? How would they know? Oh poor soul How will you let bleed On a piece of paper Drowning with emotions When you can’t reciprocate The pain of another Sleep less Peace less Dark soul Oh poor soul I pity you For trying to bleed on a paper Drowning in emotions When you yourself Are a soul Wandering in the world Of poets Like the Sleep less Peace less Dark soul You are.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
the strange connection of words.
They were told To pick up a pen And start writing A class filled with souls Sleep less Peace less Dark souls Told to pick up a pen And start writing What did they know? How would they know? Oh poor soul How will you let bleed On a piece of paper Drowning with emotions When you can’t reciprocate The pain of another Sleep less Peace less Dark soul Oh poor soul I pity you For trying to bleed on a paper Drowning in emotions When you yourself Are a soul Wandering in the world Of poets Like the Sleep less Peace less Dark soul You are.
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LifeDeathReBirth
23/F/Stockholm
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
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