Poetry
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When one adjusts his tick in life
to seal his sanity,
he questions if it’s worth the rife
in living vanity.
Celestial love is always there
regardless of your smile,
But when I run, I’m whole again
But still my life is sad
untitled
When one adjusts his tick in life
to seal his sanity,
he questions if it’s worth the rife
in living vanity.
Celestial love is always there
regardless of your smile,
But when I run, I’m whole again
But still my life is sad