Thisismythearpy
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Grapes of wrathA Poem by ThisismythearpyI quit reading this book and wrote a poem about it out of spite I suppose. I just couldn't get into it. |
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Passenger seatA Poem by ThisismythearpyA horrible habit I can't break |
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Crystal guardianA Poem by ThisismythearpyDumbest thing I ever wrote |
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Run awayA Poem by ThisismythearpyRunning away from new people |
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New heartA Poem by Thisismythearpyp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000; min-height: 13.0px} p.p2 {ma.. |
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Wash your handsA Poem by Thisismythearpyp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px 'American Typewriter'; color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke: #00000.. |
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Why I love youA Poem by ThisismythearpySomething I wish I said earlier to someone |
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JunkyardA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust about how I throw stuff out at the junkyard as a result of my depression. |
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ApologyA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust a poorly made apology that was on my mind. |
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FreezingA Poem by ThisismythearpyMy sun is gone |