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A piece of the pain of not knowing your parents. I don't know...
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There is a feeling,It plants itself in the center of the soul,and lets its roots take control.It grows until your mind and heart are entwined in vines..
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This is my improved version of my earlier poem, Blanca.
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This was inspired my Maia Mayors "Perfect"(Which is like the best slam poem I've ever heard!!!!!). It the same parent perspective sort of thing. Hope ..
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It is a cruel world,One that eats away at her heart.She knew in her heart, that she was going to break.So she picked up a pen, and placed words on pap..
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I lay awake at night.Staring at the celling engulfed in darkness,a single tear runs along my cheek.I argue with myself,About how I could be differentT..
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I know a boy. He makes me nervous, the way he always smiles and twists his fingers together. I know a boy. He makes me laugh, with his corny jokes an..
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