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imagination is more important than knowlage

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r u emo or depressed or something?

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You haven't read my other poems obviously...

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She sits there in a corner
blocked off from the world
she dies on the inside
with thoughts clouding her mind
she's seconds away from grabbing the blade
but an unknown force is stopping her
she doesn't know how much longer she can take it
being isolated from everything
but it's her own fault that she's in this position
she's scared to come out
because of what people might think and she'll get hurt
so she dies and dies and dies ,did we met once ,coz i feel your talking about my shity lif e,its very good ,keep up the great blue work i loved it ,and i dont love thing that easy
and dies until she's not existing

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