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How Hard Can It Be (The Beginning) (Completed)
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Ongoing, First published Mar 19, 2018
I FIGHT everyday to just exist one more day.I fight everyday with my own inner demons and deal with the pain I try to hide deep inside.

Will I ever know what it feels like to truly be happy? Will I ever be free of all this hurt built up inside of me? Will I overcome these burdens? Will I start living and not just existing?

Follow me as i share with you an in depth look of MY LIFE. 

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Hi!!! i am making this new book just for my poetry. i will be a little inconsistent at first as my exams are going on so it might take more than 2 weeks to post them but as soon as my exams are done i will try to post again. thank u. All the poems inside are original and have been written about some personal issues. A few poems will come off as dark and depressing but those were written when i was feeling down and depressed. i have the copywright claim for all the poems. soo do not copy my work. it takes a lot from a person to write a poem filled with emotions.