Life is a simulation, but self-love is a game.

Life is a simulation, but self-love is a game.

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Aug 3, 2021<5 mins
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This is one of the many poems I wrote for my creative writing class. I fell out of love for writing once I got into college and dealt with a lot of crap that I am slowly writing again. All of my poetry is up for interpretation. Whatever you think it means it means. So most of the poems will not have a description at all. Maybe a song to listen to if I can think of one but nothing to describe the poem.
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a collection of poems about my sixth grade year. no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Love. Loss. Life. These are the three things that have been thrown at me this past year as I experienced my first year in middle school and beyond. I knew I was in for something...but I never knew my life-and my friends' lives-would change so dramatically... for better or worse.

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