Everyone has a story
Many will confess
Few will reach glory
Numerous will never address
Few will show their sins
Uncounted will recall their fails
Those with sins may show evil grins
Heros will recite a spiel of tales
When the telling of these stories transpire
Scarcely any will understand the need
The few were around the campfire
Understanding and knowing the deeds
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Poetry I Never Wanted To Write Before
PoetryCan't you see I'm scared? Try to understand Except you cant Except you wont You wont try You will watch and judge Im trying my best Please stop It too much for me Im trying and thats what matters Right? WRONG. "Ew it doesn't even rhyme" Poetry doesn...
