Thisismythearpy
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StareA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhen the people who traumatized you move on and completely forget about you. |
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ControlA Poem by ThisismythearpySomeone got mad at me saying I always had to have control when I had none and they were in control of the entire situation. |
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ProtectedA Poem by ThisismythearpyAbout how much I protected someone. Just a very small writing. |
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DiceA Poem by ThisismythearpyLive life like playing with dice |
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WorldA Poem by ThisismythearpyKinda deep if you think about it. |
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ChapterA Poem by Thisismythearpyp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 14.0px; font: 12.0px 'American Typewriter'; color: #000000; -webki.. |
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PathA Poem by ThisismythearpyAbout how I traveled down a path with someone and they split it. |
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PayA Poem by ThisismythearpyPaying for love and what it did to me later I suppose. |
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Park benchA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhen someone told me about a traumatic experience while we were watching the lake on a park bench. It's a very sad and deep thing to me. |
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Must go onA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust another deepish thing. |