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Hugs Are For Pussies
The words are running away
they cannot form upon this page
they refuse to write
what I refuse to believe.
Everything around me
is withering into empty
and I play aloof
because it's simply,
easy.
they cannot form upon this page
they refuse to write
what I refuse to believe.
Everything around me
is withering into empty
and I play aloof
because it's simply,
easy.
Published 21st Nov 2015
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22nd Nov 2015 3:43pm
I love the title first and foremost. The piece flows really nicely and the mood it creates is epic.
1st Dec 2015 6:22pm
18th Dec 2015 9:42pm
Nikki, "They refuse to write what I refuse to believe" is a wonderfully deep passage. It tells me that I can expect to read authentic sentiment and a genuine baring of your soul when you write. Brava!
