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Motivation
My nights are white
Words are black
My blood is pain
My veins are insane.
Purify my soul
They are dust
Just a rise again
And I am gone.
You are my sound
My grey brain cells
Check me in you
Find it within now.
You asked me a lot
My failure is a lesson
I am not a teacher
But I can guide you.
Words are black
My blood is pain
My veins are insane.
Purify my soul
They are dust
Just a rise again
And I am gone.
You are my sound
My grey brain cells
Check me in you
Find it within now.
You asked me a lot
My failure is a lesson
I am not a teacher
But I can guide you.
Published 13th May 2015
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Anonymous
13th May 2015 10:18pm
Great write, note..teacher...
17th May 2015 2:05pm
13th May 2015 11:29pm
14th May 2015 1:02am
"I am not a teacher / But I can guide you." An invitation, not an ultimatum. All the motivation I need.
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