A soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper.
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Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us,
So maybe tracing do...
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The crown has fallen The Armor cracked The sword is all broken With a sound of clase The arrows ripped In half That pierced my heart The clock has now stoped Kept it to myself But it was always the Rational love With Irrational feelings~ I opened my heart you tore it Apart .
