I am a creative poet, I wonder why the world is so cruel, I hear all my dreams being destroyed, I see my hope dissolving, I want to lie in the arms of my sweet love, I am a creative poet. I pretend I can make a difference, I feel hatred is really love, just the opposite extreme, I touch the dreams that once were, I worry for the health of my loved ones, I cry when I think of my last love, I am a creative poet. I understand life is tough, I say things will get better, I dream of the day he will love me, I try to make something of myself, I hope luck will be on my side during life, I am a cr...
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