My Poems
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Last published Thu, Dec 30, 2021
These are some of my poems that I have written and finally decided to put up and ones that I have recently written and put up. They are personal, so think what you like, but don't judge me, you don't know my story. My emotions and me are in these poems. That being said, I ramble, a lot. Bear with me because gods know few people have. If you try and figure out the world and fail a could million times, then you got that going for you at least.
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"It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word. And then that word grew louder and louder, till there was a battle cry." The Call by Regina Spektor
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