What happens to your most innermost thoughts?
Do they stay there and rot away?
Or do they bust free like a summer's day?
They could go forth like souldiers in a line
Or just be let be until the end of time.?
To tell is to know is to see is to learn
Thoughts are like the way we know what truely
we are for now and forever.
Our innermost thoughts are buried deep inside our soul.
Waiting for that day
That one day when you realize thats its time to let loose
and set free
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