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Poured in ink from a pounding heart

Nights and days, any minute that could be spared

Hurdles imagination over came

A person’s time vainly spent

Beating on others doors

Waiting for any kind of reaction

Friends blindly pass it by

Some give the notion is should be free

Like saying what else would you have done?

A freedom for a price

Whether kind or constructive language

The word from a soul not asking for the world

Many give thinking they are part of something bigger

Whilst one’s tea grows weak, the mass likes what is huge

If it’s everywhere and many already say you haven’t

Is it like magic?

Or did the popular one start from ground zero?

Guess it is all how it is read

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