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Category: Writing and Poetry
In a self- decided prison The saddest boy sings, "Let's tear down this levvy And see what truth it brings!"
True, but not alone Every heart itself scarred. My temporary life becomes something easy seeming hard.
To whomever it may concern My hours are described in blocks. It takes just five long days to learn A whole new meaning of detox.
So I break down my soul, And try not to worry of my past. Pray I can make myself whole, Even more that it will last.
For my sins, I will so repent, But atleast, the message was sent.
1:32 PM
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