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This poem kind of expounds on the idea of "don't fix me; I'm not broken."

"His hugs are so sweet that who needs his kisses..."

To some people torture is colored in red, Like the haze that you see in a rage. Red like the blood that comes from some creature Being forced to ru..

This is from my senior year in high school...

Tarnished Gold Once you had riches; we both had our place. Once you had gold, but I was so alone. For days on end I saw your handsome face. I ..

This is a little short story I wrote after two kids at my school died in a car crash. RIP Mark and Drew.

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