I want to write sonnets.
I want to scream from the tallest building.
I want to curl up in my room and listen to my heart beating.
I want to lay back and let my thoughts drift me away.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...