Me and My Own Mind
In my seat, I never say anything shoddy about you
The thing I hope from this short conversation is one
I'm sure you also don't have bad mind when hear my name
But the universe obviously desires something else, just like your friend
You know keeping someone's dignity but not with her
Dropped that dignity in front of everyone mindlessly
You mourn for me, but there's nothing you can do
Now she swank pompous like she won the world
In my daydream I never think shoddy about you
The one that I wish is close like strings and wood
But the world certainly can not be kind, like your friend
What you call her a bestfriend, then I call her devil
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...
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