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8:59 pm 2/22/16
Blue birds sing Red roses blow Violets bend And willows grow
All things live But all things know Death crawls to The ones alone
Without love Or family Have black souls Alone truly
Those people With brighter souls Have good luck With Death himself
Although some Aren't as lucky When Death comes They are taken
_______________________________________ 10:16 am 6/20/17
when I wrote this I was going in and out of sadness, still am, but this was when I started writing my "poetry" and other bullshit. whenever I read this, even when I was writing this, in the beginning it sounds nice, but towards the end it's kind of sloppy. I have a kind of policy when it comes to my poetry stuff. I write when I have these strong emotions, therefore I won't change or edit them later on because it kind of takes away the feel.
