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Rhyme

It's a vicious cycle, one that has no end.
I rhyme and rhyme and rhyme...
Till fate will finally send.

I need to get it down, before it fills my head.
Every paper must have words.
All ink must be shed.

Then when it's all out, and this cycles spiralled to its end.
The rhyme and rhyme I had,
Will be one that i can defend.

©Odd

Odd

@Odd

Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.

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