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Press Forward

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This is just a poem I wrote while sitting in the forest one day, feeling a little weird. I'm not sure how to describe my emotions at the time but here's the result
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Highest ranking #4 in poetry (17/09/16) Hi, This is a 365 day self evaluation project. I think I am degradation because of the junk filled in my head. So I let it out here in form of poetry. My grey matter is weird, troubled yet pretty cool. Read if you like. Thank you. ----------------------------------------------------------- PS : i was 16 -17 (2016-2017) when i wrote and published these be kind -2025 edit

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