Some of those I am see everyday now I have seen for years. Some of those I see everyday now I met barely last year. Some I talk to. Some I don't. Some I know. Some I don't. But what about me. As I walk past them do they really notice me or go on with their day? From the outside who I am? How well do they know me? Sometimes I feel like that weird girl, but then other times I feel that it's just how I don't try. It gets confusing I want to know now. Am I a ghost or a giant? In this crowd?
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Angel's Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
