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Most times we try
But the discomfort
Comes to hunt us
With inflictions.
Pain in the ass
Break hearts like glass.
I know it is
What we stave off.
Yet it blesses us
In big disguise.
So why not bear
Until it fades
Bringing bright shades
That gladdens hearts.
So high and loud were the screams At the point of confusion Many would wish the tension Was another scary dream. None cared about documents…
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
