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#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
I can only non-stop talk , they eat every word I say.
can you erase the day or do you day to erase and get erased , jk I like to play?
every day is a memory to edit and take everything from to win the fight and be the one that holds the lights. then you can make the story and you can find what's right, thats why you get tomorrow because today was good enough to go on and yesterday was forgotten of the never happened .
my childhood , a bunch of confusion mixed with sleep helping me dodge people and dodge the heat, thats really what their about , they made me eat and get sick off betrayal and remorse, I never knew the things they told me and I can only pretend that its all aok , besides I do not want to make it worse .
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The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
I can only non-stop talk , they eat every word I say.
can you erase the day or do you day to erase and get erased , jk I like to play?
every day is a memory to edit and take everything from to win the fight and be the one that holds the lights. then you can make the story and you can find what's right, thats why you get tomorrow because today was good enough to go on and yesterday was forgotten of the never happened .
my childhood , a bunch of confusion mixed with sleep helping me dodge people and dodge the heat, thats really what their about , they made me eat and get sick off betrayal and remorse, I never knew the things they told me and I can only pretend that its all aok , besides I do not want to make it worse .
© All Rights Reserved
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