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IT HURTS


shears like a bullet

shreads like a knife

either ends in death

or you can keep your life

worst thing about it everyone has to die

so what you living in vane

or are you living a lie

so forbly played

as if the sun turned 10 shades of grey

but whose to blame

like putting fire to flames

but itll remain 

nothing can change

or will it?

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lyric

I use my thoughts through poetry. I learn grow and experience through ways I never thought was possible. poetry helps me let go and believe. I hope you enjoy as I write.

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