All my pent-up frustrations,
They come over me,
Poking, prodding at me,
Until I want to scream
In even greater frustration,
At life's hopeless problems,
They're my hopeless problems,
And my frustration can't solve them.
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شِعرWINNER: Challenge Prompt for Day 2 and Day 9! ~~~~~~~~ 30 poems. Short, little poems. Each with its own theme. All original. All inspired. All filled with a piece of me and therefore beautiful in their own right. My entires for the @WattpadPoetry a...
