Poem - 16 November 2019, 12:45

Devil of the mind

Little person that manifests my mind, when do we meet? I hope be soon, as i can not wait. I hear you so clear and You pain me, but you never speak of your sorrow?

Pity.

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Drama Freestyle

Topic:

Struggles in life

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