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Originally Posted by Atypical_Disaster
It's all happening because no time. Timeless time and fines and lines. Tell me again. What's the point of pointless points? I have no time. It's a die of cry of lie of sight. Sight is for the blind leading the blind. Nobody's listening. Making fun of me. Why? Die, lie, cry. Makes no sense of nonsense of nothing. Something, and everything too.
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Do you write this poetry yourself Atypical?
You write beautifully. From the heart.
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