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Upon a hill sits a wanderer. Stranger to all feeling Coward wearing no banner Hand still bears branding Look within to see sins Millions of mistakes and failures Hidden right beneath the skin Wanderer tired from running Tired of life Waking up crying Clutching for a foregone wife Tis the tale of hatred and pain Never-ending volumes added over time Forcing people insane
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
Wanderer
Upon a hill sits a wanderer. Stranger to all feeling Coward wearing no banner Hand still bears branding Look within to see sins Millions of mistakes and failures Hidden right beneath the skin Wanderer tired from running Tired of life Waking up crying Clutching for a foregone wife Tis the tale of hatred and pain Never-ending volumes added over time Forcing people insane
This ***** like everything I write
#rhyming#regret#sadness
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MarshiPie
19/F/Nevada
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
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