Scrabbles

Scrabbles

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matchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
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"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the world, my escapism. #3 for poetry{29 may 22} #1 for poem{11-16 june 22} #1 for poetry {2 july 22} #15 for poem {3-5 july 22} #3 for sad poetry {2 oct 22} #1 for sadwords {19 oct 22} #2 for sadwords {5 nov 22} #1 for sadwords {20 nov 22}

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