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I barely come on here, And see these good writers, Mine would be good too, If I was a tad more brighter.
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Ehh.. Just writing to live.
I barely come on here, And see these good writers, Mine would be good too, If I was a tad more brighter.
I sat on the edge, Wounds never heal, Prayers go dry, Never will I kneel. My knees are tired of this begging, My dreams were smashed upon my bedding.
Keep friends close, Enemies closest, Truth is they were, But I was too blind to notice...