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These tired eyes search this Earth for truth, this weary soul hears only but pained lies. This wary mind sees through your masks, wanting only to speak to the soul; This hand writes only to ask that you see what I do. This worn body trudges through this river styx in search of what was not meant for me; Justice truly is all I have left.
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But do I mind?
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5undays
Another absolute wondrous piece by Morty. This one resonates within my soul, especially the mask part. I can feel the undertones of curiosity and understanding, but I also feel that tinge of pain as per the piece. Really, really beautiful job.
thank you so much! im not sure if i can properly convey how much your words mean. i never thought my writing could get such an incredible response. i was always on the fence about being a writer but you've convinced me.
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one more post! (i couldn't resist but i really should sleep, i have school tomorrow LOL)
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Again, you don’t need to thank me, it’s my absolute pleasure. Seeing you spew your creativity and post your pieces makes me feel happier than I’d ever be capable of expressing. I hope you know that you’ve got a talent for writing and I will enjoy your pieces as they come. May you continue to write for as long as you live.
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I can't wait to see it. I need to carry myself to bed soon here, but I hope school treats you well tomorrow. Thank you for publishing your pieces.
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