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Poetry

You must understand what this has become. This has become the diary of one. One poor soul mixed with society grasping for the help of writing.

There is good.

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by flowerbabywes

by flowerbabywes

Her heart was hollow.

As was his.

But through a mixed around whirlwind do not only do they meet.

But fill and mend the numbness inside there hearts.

Only to find that they are alike in many more ways than one.

There thoughts, likes, dislikes, all of what happened from the bad.

There is good in the bad and bad in the good.