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He is the storm inside his head
He is the wave of discontent He is the salt poured on the wound He is the tender of his tomb And still he pretends He is the ringing in his ears He is the voice of all his fears He is the worm inside the core He is the thief outside his door And still he befriends He is the splinter in his brain He is fuel that fans the flames He is the line drawn in the sand He is the nail that splits his hand And still he contends He is the ghost under his bed He is the weed choking him dead He is the poison in his pen He is the hate that won’t give in And still he defends |
that was very relative Doggy and a pleasure to read :) thank you so much for sharing it
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Yer welcome, and thank you for reading, as always. :thumbsup: :)
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