#2 Writing

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Tearing away leftover pieces of my soul,

Hard to remember the time my heart was whole,

Now I spit words like a bad taste,

Can't let any letter go to the waste,

Brushing the dirt of my shoulder,

Can't read my shit, I'll make it bolder,

Churning out lyrics like a tornado thrashing,

The paper is my pool and thoughts are splashing.

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