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it's been said
looking at myself
on an empty page i relfect all that im trying to be its been said ive yet to master truly unknown im a poet ill slowly die quick and my writing its weaker then masses i stand out not no fancy medifores, contradicting parellels just the cold hard truth like that of my unknown carcus laying, unanounced before a jaded coroner who just says oh another addict what a shame, he never read my words unfortunetly thats all i am yeah that says alot
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