This poem I wrote on the lake, well I sat upon it's shores and poured my heart out February 27, 2016.
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Note: I don't even know
hate such a strong word
used by those
who hurt each other
whisked away like nothing
thrown into the oblivion
never thought twice
of that barbaric word
hurt the strength of others
thrown at them
like a curved ball
hit them with so much force
had no time to think
but to fall
after that
they gave up on you
for they begun to hate
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I don't know how much in my life I had been given hate or I dished it out and its just not really needed. Irrelevant.
-Caitlin Rose
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PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
