I can't sit and dwell on the past,
Cry over the memories
Of lost times
That I'll never get back.
That's just not reasonable.
Instead,
Let me pick up my bruised and battered soul,
And wipe the blood from my broken heart,
And with not a tremble in my bones,
I will conquer the world,
Win the battle,
And be the hero of my own hell.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
