Poems from WhatWeDoInLifeEchoesInEternity

The ink bleeds into the paper As my pen touches down My eyes are moistened As my cheeks are wet with every piece of me.   I spill out my...
The ink bleeds into the paper As my pen touches down My eyes are moistened As my cheeks are wet with every piece of me.   I spill out my...
There is more good In the hearts of the poor Than all the hearts combined Of the rich and powerful There is more giving From the hands of...
Take it from From my mind My heart My soul This is me This is who I am Forever in the Hearts of Strangers I will live on Not for my...
To some I am a sin To others I am a freak To some I am accepted For me it is not about the way you look It is not about the clothes Or the...

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