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If my mouth were a gun I'd be shooting blanks in your direction.
For simpler things try to fly without wings and fall at your complexion.
Is life fair enough to hold you in its grasp with open arms that try call you.
And here I am without an idea of how any further to stall you.
My heart abounds and then resounds with a faithless turn of mood.
Those who do and those who don't what one am I to you.
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hbworth
As a young guy sometimes i feel like there is a lot of pressure on me. Writing poems helps me ease a lot of my stress. i love to make fictional characters and tell their lives through these poems.
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