Inner Insecurities
Inner insecurities,
Breaking through a hard exterior.
Treating the stone like it was glass,
Making me a sulking mass.
Trying to get by.
An inspiration in crimson red,
Knocked the insecurities dead.
And now I feel so bright.
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Art, Poems, and Tales
RandomA bunch of art, poems, and tales. Mostly poems. Minimal cussing.