somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
Just when I thought
Under all these smiles are lies...
Joy
happy, content...
Je me souviendrai de toi tous les jours
My friends and God...
You threw your words like little
Knives...
Every breath I breathe
Father...
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A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
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Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
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Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |