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I wrote this my sophomore year of high school, when I should have been paying attention in Geometry class.
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An 80 year-old woman lies on a hospital bed.Her wrist is broken,her memories were stolen years ago.Her fragile voice is ever so faint,"Goodbye sweetie..
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It was getting late and I was getting tired, so I decided to write a poem without censoring myself. This is the result.
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I wrote this as a reminder to myself.
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