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My stories

Humanity

If books are the source of all knowledge, poetry the source of all passionate verse, art the depiction of ones naked soul, theatre the production of a mans sin,

Dialects

One universe, one planet, on country we share. One language we speak between our nation, we share. Its absurd, how in one nation we live so far apart- two worlds.

Convention

Tick, tick, tick, the sound of convention- the ticking of a clock as time passes by, second by second. Each second is a second you’re with me.

Goodbye Proposal

No matter where i am, you were a piece of me. What i do, you were there for me. The mistakes i make, you supported me. But now i’m here, and you are there stuck in the present- disillusioned,

Empty

Feeling empty inside, dont know how or why, but this feeling inside. Confuse loneliness with compassion, or compassion with loneliness. Overdose on pills or stimulants,

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