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Thrown Away Verses
I pour my soul out in the form of ink,
But it always feels as if my words sink.
I ponder and I crumble,
Paper piles around my chair.
A thousand salty tears litter my hair.
I...
But it always feels as if my words sink.
I ponder and I crumble,
Paper piles around my chair.
A thousand salty tears litter my hair.
I...
