my head hurts. and my eyes are sore for looking at the screen all day. im rattled about the smiles he stil manages to provide.
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Words You Wished
Words You Wished
You Wrote Down
you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies
you may trod me in the very dirt
but still like dust,
i'll rise.
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