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I can’t carry my chest
It feels so heavy by the left
And it gives me butterflies
An awful reason to die…
The nights seems to be so long
Therewith the worries tag along
Do I pull rabbits from hats
During these dark struggling times…
At times I look up above
Are heavens enjoying the show
Sad, my efforts are barren
Seems like heaven is not caring.
I hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fryAnd I am weird when I laugh or cryI know you…
Have you seen my Enyinanya !His heart is where my life liesSupplier of stomach butterfliesNanya is the air I breathMy sugarplum, so I thought….Until clogs…
Yes! she is beautifulAnd oh yes! It is trueBut mallow is evilSaying, mirror mirror!Her eyes are wild openYet she just wrecks the coneA proud witch…
You are a Swan, sweetest of wineBeauty of a peacock, an immortal luckThe carnation in ample of an appleAnd a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
Painful thought. Wish the answers if all who are seeking are found and are relieved from the trap of sorrow.
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Yeah
But most times not all make it through away from pain.
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sometimes, all you can do is feel. the pain, the tears, everything.
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And do?
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