Poetry
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Poetry from my thoughts, actions, opinions, and feelings, they may good or may be bad, all I know its they mean much to me, and are my only way to feel or breathe without this I would be a shell of a person, or most likely dead.
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A series of the poems I made in 2018, the year a lot of things changed for me and those around me. It's the year I forgot how to breathe, but also the one where I slowly found myself again and learned to be who I am.

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