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Fuckin tired of tip toeing around my own thoughts.
Pen to paper only producing monotonous words of
heart felt jibber jabber
with no moxie.
It's like I rode a wave that broke and left me
Once upon a time…
There lived a women with devouring beauty in the deepest woods of a quaint city.
Not a single soul dared to travel near, for she eliminated all who she could hear.
Yeah, I'm cryin' in bedwithout a line in my head, I'm deadbut you don't hear me cryin' or lying when i'm dying with dreadthis life burning instead while I reach ahead
