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Locked In An Incognito [poetry]
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This is a place where the sordid,mournful,sadistic thoughts of a teenager come to rest. These words can haunt you, depress you or maybe even encourage you. It all depends on your own perspective of delicacy and doom. Only venture further if you are fully capable of upholding your own spirituality and self-respect. Do not let the demons inhabit your soul and make you into what you are not, for i being fully experienced can only warn you of what awaits.
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Ok so on a serious note. This is just a book of poetry . Includes poems in which i express the side of me i didnt even know existed. you may proceed.you are awaited.
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