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The
philosopher
by
orlando bloom
My
view is no longer black
Sparkles
drizzling down to me
For
decades waiting and nothing to happen
The
turn already stopped before Id even open my eyes
My
hurt no one ever felt
You
cant say its unique
But
the philosophy cant compare
With
things I've been trough
My
days are made of hunger
To
feel the spectrum glow
We
are now innocent for live
But
what ever I've been trough
Its
all made of blood and sweat
Maybe
I'm just being pathetic
That's
what they all say
But
when the color starts to change
The
philosophers are the one who will understand and
win
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orlando
bloom is only 12 years old and love to writhe poems
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