I'm living the life of ten just writing notes with my pen using papers for a friend writing with feelings that got intense, no beds for a dreaming head just words of revenge for a face with no pretence,a dieing face with smile erase just paints and inks to tell my grace "such simply eyes" with tears to taste yet still no one saw my face,I wonder about the world "amazed by beauty "such pleasant look upon my face" I'm all alone yet still I gaise,it's a sight to see with broken ways I tried so hard to rewrite my name but i ripped every page spreading inks of endless pain......
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