I cover my hurt with a mask. And bottle it up. Everything. But lately, the bottle is breaking and the pressure is cracking the mask.
At the same time everything has changed but it's still the same.
And we're all trying to win. Life, our little game.
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AJ's Poetry Book
PoetryIve been writing this since middle school so my poetry skill has grown some bit. I hopw you enjoy seeing my growth.This poetry book was inspired by someone that I used to know. I write all my poetry in here, that is untill I reach the limit in chapt...
