I was thinking
about leaving
and going to
a beautiful place
where no one judges
where everyone
smiles where
the worst things
are known in
the past and
you don't
have to worry
about anything
where you love
everyone and
hate no one
I think people
call it
h e a v e n
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Damage is done
PoetryI used to think b e a u t i f u l things did no harm until I harmed myself because of words spoken from a b e a u t i f u l mouth and letters strung into bitter sentences by b e a u t i f u l fingertips *** This is just a bunch of poems I wr...
