Is It Me?
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A poem about my life. I am constantly tossed between if the reason things happen the way they do are because of me. I realize That's not true but that thought crosses everyone's mind at some point.
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truce » poetry
❝as if.❞ ⤷in which this isn't poetry but leftover sadness. [poetry] {completed} (#135 in poetry 12/27/17)Complete
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