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The debut blew him into ashes. Picked up the salty dust Carried on to discover your flaws Weathered and renewed by your past. Next! What transpired in its lifespan You grew within the glory of being healed Survived the most tragic, barbaric plan Of which the emotions had courteously drafted. I found a half that was whole Gave me a piece, a pinch to live, On and believed that love was for all. Good came not, not to all, But those who could trust the wait.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
The Wait
The debut blew him into ashes. Picked up the salty dust Carried on to discover your flaws Weathered and renewed by your past. Next! What transpired in its lifespan You grew within the glory of being healed Survived the most tragic, barbaric plan Of which the emotions had courteously drafted. I found a half that was whole Gave me a piece, a pinch to live, On and believed that love was for all. Good came not, not to all, But those who could trust the wait.
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24/M/Zimbabwe
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
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