Tell me what plague's your mind
Don't worry about the burdens I already bear
You never know what you may find
By getting this out of your hair
Just pour out your sorrows
Lay them in my hands
You know time is borrowed
Don't let the clock run out of sands
There is always a solution
Nothing is ever set in stone
You must escape this mind pollution
If you will ever sit atop your own throne
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Randoms
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories that don't belong anywhere else. These are my random ideas and feelings, all thrown together.
