My soul, walking on broken glass,
Tears and fears pouring at last;
I'm a heavy burden to some
And never a gift to anyone.
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A "winner" is not one who should quit,
But quitting is what I see fit
In this terrible, miserable life,
The state I am in is not my type.
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I'm smart,beautiful, wait I'll stop,
For these traits are not good enough,
Though I tried and tried so many times,
I always lose, I'm only good with rhymes.
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Sept. 23 2014
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
