A MINOR THOUGHT
I cannot bring any more force to you
More I've given you,less you've thrived
The values weak to a few
You cannot see in your engraven self
Thus outweighs a happy school
With such thoughts has pressured the teachers
And pressured me as kill my for
Which I cannot do in a lovely kiss.
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A sad slow mind. Every situation its always a challenge as if fools will have a better ending.