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Life is pain, and living free of that pain is not living.
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same as the poem I posted before this one, 5am, far too creative, cant find pillow...
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Apparently I am super creative at 5am without a pillow...
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I can't remember when I had written this, but I had decided to copy it onto the site from it's notepad doc [The date on the document was created Frida..
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The days they follow refusing to end, they refuse to stop
time and time again I can’t just run away, away I can’t get far enough too long..
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As the days go on and your graves get older,
I wonder if,
If I had been there to see you do this work and see how life was,
Before you pushed it fo..
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Random poem i cameup with on the bus.
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Information about the charicters in the book.
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