My life is quiet, that's a fact.
Completely empty, can't change that.
My true face never shown,
I say, "Leave me alone,"
But please, come back!
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Piece Me Together; It Won't Make A Picture
PoetryThoughts, feelings, beliefs, opinions. Of each of these, we all have millions, Maybe billions, Not even, we have trillions. Articulate them with words and sounds, Figurative language, Some of us so much so that we're drowned By this small affiliatio...
