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Lost & Found
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Complete, First published Aug 24, 2014
My inspiration comes from love and hate,
And my poems are sparse and over the place.
Beginning with the pain in a broken heart,
To the love I painted in my art.

Thoughts run constantly in my mind,
They slip so easily through my fingers with time.
So I write to feel and acknowledge,
I write so I never fall over the edge.

I have this curiosity that itches and demands,
Its one that needs to be forgotten but it still remains.
I need to work this out,
"What is this really about?"
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⚠️Mentions of Self Harm and other such triggering topics are predominant in this writing. ⚠️ All of the writings under this cover will be cringe poetry that will touch upon my feelings and such throughout my personal experiences. All that I ask is you find respect in your heart to let me express being in love from my perspective ^^ NOTE:this is part two of my poems, if you want to read my previous writes check out my other post before this one <3 thank you all sm for the support