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Title: Gossip |
By: Amal |
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You talk with fire crackers of lala land,
You throw pricing words as if they were daggers.
As you watch others happiness, you crumble as if it
Was your own demise. Then you talk watching every word
Burn that innocent soul whom you long to eradicate. Then you
Laugh in your own pathetic world longing to feel how the sun and tear drops
of joy feel. You see laughter and joy but it’s a world you’ll never be apart of
So you start fire hot as lava. Then you feel as happy as a rose peddle on spring.Everyone moves on you sit there with no joy or happiness or the warming sun raysbut all is left is the on going storm of your words.
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