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I’ve lost my pen for poetry
and my tongue for wit
when I think of life,
I’m truly sick of it
I beg the sky for death
and wonder when I’ll end
will I be a martyr,
or just, to hell, descend?
I’d rather die in vain
than live this life of pain
please, won’t someone kill me,
so I may live again?
iliketoitals 
A good write.
You haven’t replied to my
comments on Fingers singed!
And don’t forget to visit.
Stay weird.
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glad you like it! i have been extremely exhausted and busy as of late, nothing personal. i’ll make sure to check your page out again soon, i enjoy your pieces
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Don’t forget to read my comments on
Fingers singed.
And reply…..
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A loving kiss will kill death to enable life
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death is the final accountant of all. it is law, not punishment, to die.
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It’s nature, dealing with love lifes. All its creations will remain in the energy of here life making.
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You haven’t lost your wit, what a great title. ~ Mia
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thank you! sorry for taking so long, ive been elsewhere, so to speak. hope all is well
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