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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.
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Just like the cream, In coffee and teas, Rises to the top, In the glass cup… It is conspicuous I got a rather die Hovering…
I know your dad do not like me And I know your mum detest me I used to have this self control Avoiding critics and…
I am a man whose thoughts and foods Are; “good walls makes good neighbors” So I can’t break it to you Fools like me respect…
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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