I am nothing
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Last published Fri, Apr 21, 2017
I am nothing is a poem about my pain. How I feel myself breaking.Most people feel this way at least once in there life. I hope you all are able to connect with it
I also have another poem inside I am nothing called the rock. hope u enjoy
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