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The paper weighs down s I write pouring on what seems to be my soul speaking intangent through my hand incense thoughts and feelings imurge again as if i havnt buried them deep enough to hold a smile as long as i like people hide in the crude face of death as theirs always somone smiling to be broken down words are like nails piercing through a beating heart that cause smiles to decease, thoughts that have reamurged by the soul weighs down paperthin skin that nails cut through like daggers.
