Made by Anonymous
Thank you for the hands
That held my dying tears,
For a past so torn it seems were mirrored,
For a friend in need let my hand be the one,
To pull you from the darkness that haunts your mind.
We can guide each other to the freedom gates,
Let my heart be saved from the build up hate.
We are destined for greatness. Can't you see? Without you there wouldn't be me.
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Poems For the Wild Things
PoetryThis is us, the wild things, the beasts, the outcasts, the street smart, the nerds, the rebels. We are known to be disturbed, silent, unknown, and small... But we ARE creative, imaginative, known, loud, rebellious, fun, and BIG. this is us....
