Poems

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How dangerous it is
To read my poems again

Even though they are beautiful to me
And they are miraculous
Just as person's soul can be
But they are dangerous
Simply because they are past
They make me thank
But they also make me sad
They make me proud
But they can drive me mad

I'm who I am now and my poems are my steps. They are my mistakes and they are my greatest victories. I love them because they are the reflection of me. They are my savings.

But they're still dangerous to read.

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