Finding
Im finding whats best in me Is; written, spoken, felt through you. Ideas not spoke yet rough and true. The light eye'd. Or life i'd. What few words I have left will be made up for i'm sure. Mr. Pain i've been called & I finally get why, I need'nt speak.
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