

SuicideSuicideSuicide
This is a poem to no one
But to the world
Where is life and love, When there is so much pain? You know of what I speak. The endless lines and rhymes Scribbled by desperate souls Such as you, Such as I, Seeking, searching, praying For what else but freedom. But that freedom you fool
Is the illusion.
Could you ever see why?
Why pain is the chain That weighs our souls down. Why freedom is nothing more Than the walls of our prison. You may break free of none And live a simple life But I no l
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Painless love and endless trust, broken wings, that bears too much. [link]
I am amir of the Desert
Come to my Tent and I'll circumsize you
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greatly appreciated!
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Member of *Apophysis
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Member of *Apophysis
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