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On a walk through lifes dray old road.
I pick up a clump of coal, what a warry old soul.
I looked at this coal and saw the diamond price it could be worth.
If I apply enough pressure I could surely make it work.
I work so hard at it but after a while my optimism broke.
But this coal swore just one more chance, it promise to not take it as a joke.
I gave it so many , if asked how much I won't know.
It work so hard that it made my diamond heart turned coal.
©spechless
~LOST VOICE ♡
11.05.22
© spechless
I pick up a clump of coal, what a warry old soul.
I looked at this coal and saw the diamond price it could be worth.
If I apply enough pressure I could surely make it work.
I work so hard at it but after a while my optimism broke.
But this coal swore just one more chance, it promise to not take it as a joke.
I gave it so many , if asked how much I won't know.
It work so hard that it made my diamond heart turned coal.
©spechless
~LOST VOICE ♡
11.05.22
© spechless
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