between the lines.

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to learn who a person really is you need to look between the lines.

"between the lines" is a collection of poetry, streams of consciousness, and other ramblings that serve as little keyholes into my mind.All Rights Reserved

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The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

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Copyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when the dust is wiped away. This is just the beginning." "She knows that you are broken too. Yet, she knows she can never again let you close to her heart. Does time really close all wounds?" "The bedsheets aren't comfy anymore, it's time to change the sheets."

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The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

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