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Never hurt a poetess! For she won't harm you back But her lesion will not cure Her thoughts would twist the knife And she'll write 'you' in her rhymes Thus she, with her asthetic advocacy
Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though Singing songs of how I miss you A boat load
ANGEL IN MY FIELD( sleeping beauty)She lets
My hypocritical being Gets battered by the hardships of life. On a downward spiral, Slowly ruining myself. Karma's a bitch, And depression hurts. The only thing that I thought would help
Little and unknowing, as a girl I would pick up what I didn't yet understand The meaning so lost to new eyes I want it Time flies, the pen is now in my control, the paper my clay to mold
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