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Tuesday, 18 March 2014

A humble poem: Late night heart spilling

Don't say that there is nothing,
If they asked, you would give it up.
Open your eyes and soul 
But everything is about possessions and wealth...
Search for friendship and love, 
Let me know what you find.

Honestly though,
Take a moment and appreciate 
This life you have been given
To make a change

All about the good vibes...
Or am I really?
What is the worst lie you ever told yourself?
Did you end up believing it like I have?

Maybe this is the easy way.
What is a hard life anyway?
All about making yourself believe
There is a heaven or hell 
Praying every night to secure your place above the clouds
Is there really enough room for all of us?

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