In me
Stands an emotional river
In it
Questions like a wide horse
Am i a bad person
In me
Its a a glowing diver
In it
Is a wild rose
Am i bad
cancelling up on friends
Am i cruel
Acting self
Am i bad
Not making amends
Is ones joy cruel
When being self
In me
Stands a wind
Its so fresh
But not cold
In me
Its a questioning mind
It so fresh
And still bold
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Nicely written
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