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State of Mind
Aggression, Depression;
how do you feel?
Obsession, Confession;
when is it real?
Love, Lust;
take it from me.
Shine, Rust;
that you don't see.
State your hate,
so that you'll know.
Death is never late,
you will feel it's blow.
how do you feel?
Obsession, Confession;
when is it real?
Love, Lust;
take it from me.
Shine, Rust;
that you don't see.
State your hate,
so that you'll know.
Death is never late,
you will feel it's blow.
Published 25th Nov 2013
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Anonymous
25th Nov 2013 8:42pm
I liked this. The rhyming wasn't awkward.
I liked the first two stanzas the best :)
I liked the first two stanzas the best :)
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