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Hopeles Romantic
Depressed, yet so frantic Words shoot my ears While ideas create panic Bleeding on paper My thoughts, I create So wonderful while im at it They fill my head, no escape I pinch what my brain said Dont hate what i think My thoughts here are dead In the time of a blink Vote for this poem |
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