The streets I see,
Are the ones I walk
Down the path of life.
The twists and turns,
The subtle burns,
Make me who I am.
The squealing cry,
Memories flash by;
And onto the next.
The end is near,
I can't see past;
You must fall, in order to fly.
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Penny For Your Thoughts
PoetryJust a poetry book I decided to make. Topics vary and I have a random update schedule. Hope you like it! Thank you so much for all the support you guys are giving me for this! I thought I'd say this now, but most of these are based on me. I've had a...
