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The Lang Leav Irony

I mock your verses with a sneer, Call them basic, insincere. Hide your books beneath my bed, Curse the simple words you've said. Yet in darkness, truth comes clear: Your pain and mine, they mirror near. Each criticism that I throw Masks the feelings that we know. -

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Date: 12/8/2024 3:25:00 PM
I love the rhymes and word scheme! you have talent :3
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I.A. Ryd
Date: 12/8/2024 4:26:00 PM
Wow, thanks so much!

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