Pain hunts us all
Every Human knows this is true
There's nowhere to hide
It will find you
A good cry washes out the pain
Poetry writing can do the same
To open the heart
To let the light in
So you may begin again
Space cat
there was a little cat of the furry sort and he used to dream he was an astronaut climbing in his rocket heading to the stars landing down...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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