a mind that is not my own

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    a mind that is not my own

    in a place that is not my own
    in a mind that is not my own
    smokeing something that is not my own
    loveing love one that is not my own...
    hidden truth will soon be reviled...
    the lies grew deeper the truth will never come to surface
    being blunt is something you don't do but when it comes to things bothering you you the truth kind of seeks through.
    not letting the truth hurt is such a challenge and such a barggen
    letting the truth slip a way cnd trying to run fater it lets you slip a way  ...
    chatching your self before you let go
    let go of
    everything
    every one
    everything you hold dear to yo
    just slips away

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    poetic1death’s Poems (28)

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    tears 1
    You 0
    smokeing 0
    a mind that is not my own 0
    Second Word Stright down 0
    BROKEN 0
    fallen love 0
    wonders 0
    how would you feel 0
    Till death 0
    I wish 0
    In your Arms... 0
    Target 0
    I feel 0
    Trying 0
    ... 0
    i wait 0
    betrayel 0
    leave me 0
    as the moon shines 0
    Darkness 0
    let love 0
    true 0
    lies 0
    why 0
    one 0
    The day i stop loveing you 0
    Wher do i go 1