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Here is the life my hands have built. Here is the measure of pain and guilt That constructed a life for me and mine Through fingers, palm, and wrist.
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A piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day I wrote that poem or some day close to it. This is a poetic documentation of my life's journey so far as well as show my growth as a writer.

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