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#FridayNight_14 - Poetry

I’m bored of carrying around and

Unwell for inking my pages with it,

It’s true, there won’t be smoke with fire

But how can I ignite when my heart’s tired

With all the words running through,

I’m even afraid to sleep, because

What if I don’t get up and take a leap of faith?

As I’m tired of writing and put up shows

But I will be through it in high or low,

I need to jot down, as they’re paying heed,

Not only them “I am the best” that’s the need.

Since being a Kobe and Slim’s disciple

All I need to be in a continuous motion

As Giving up was never an option,

Lingering around with tired, burnt feet

History is in making, through the sheets.

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