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my name doesn't matter. |
White paper, parameters of imagination
true thought flowing free...
I write only to forget the pain.
If its here. on Paper. In words...
Love kills.
It is tearing me apart...
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My wilted vision of truth and beauty |
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Die, Stubborn hatred |
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"There are two types of people in the world, those who colour in between the lines and those who draw between the colour" |