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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
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Breaking up. It happens kind of suddenly.
One minute, you’re holding hands walking down the street,
and the next minute, you’re lying on..
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No more truth. Bells ring no more in me. I am all alone singly. Lonely rests my head and think about what's next or on the otherside,
When I can't wo..
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When you read this poem, its voyage it'self and when you interprete, there is much more behind it.
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Wanting her is hard to forget, loving her is hard to regret, losing her is hard to accept, but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the mos..
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Tell me how you'd like to get rebirth and say something about this.
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But when you have bad governance, of course, these resources are destroyed: The forests are deforested, there is illegal logging, thereis soil erosion..
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Confession of errors is like a broom which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession.
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Through writing this poem, is a way that I'm calling for your hands, Lets outstrech our hands to the street children,
We're the one to save them, We ..
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U can dedicate it to your ex-partner
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