Fine

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This is not poetry, this is my thoughts that I am trying to drive it into words,

Crumbling my thoughts into words with my limitation of dictions,

With the grand and small knowledge,

I have one head with millions cell possessed by billions thoughts,

I am sinking,

I am sad,

But most of all,

I got the power,

To let it all out,

With words,

Even with its limitation.

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