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The Promenade of my Thoughts
I enjoy my solitude
Alone with my words
Can't count on you all times
But on my words I do.
I never get upset
That you're not how I wish
You'll never be, those bits I gave you
Still claim their independence
And that's the thing I love the most
Knowing I am a contradictory being
My words are canyons
I cannot stop getting lost inside them.
I'm gonna write my whole life through
And ca...
Wednesday 17th March 2021 11:07 am
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