

Literary ArtIf there were not a word to us None word to understand All that noise would seem to us melody to comprehendLiterary Art
All would be so blissfull Language, song, and sound all would imaginary simply, mindly bound
Make what you will then through your ears and heart for now sound holds no bindings literary art


As I've Always BeenI'm the same person I always was though now sickened, drained by life I rise every morning Remembering all of strifeAs I've Always Been
The smiling of mine lips every spoken pun had traveled from my heart Untainted and but done
If good times were so true then why do you forget? I'm the same as I always was More saddened so abit..
You cannot love me you say For "I have changed so much" But if you saw me smile cast your eyes to my touch
You would recall now as you felt so then I'm the same person I always was Loving always
anyway, i guess i'll see ya around!
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Ça, mon âme, il faut partir
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...when I was seventeen I walked into the jungle, and when I was twenty-one I walked out. And by God I was rich.
Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller
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...when I was seventeen I walked into the jungle, and when I was twenty-one I walked out. And by God I was rich.
Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller
Look forward to seeing some of your deviations.
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