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A broken heart, blinded path,
Swollen eye, a tear drop sly,
Flowers die, the memories hunt,
I wonder why I still always cry,
A broken heart, time ..
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I might not be the same, but that's not important.
No freedom till we're equal, damn right I support
it.
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Sometimes, we just only need one opportunity to excel.
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We all get excited when crossing over to a new year but mostly, we forget those that didn't make it. This poem is for everyone that has lost someone.
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I wrote this about 6 years ago, when I was new to writing and just discovered I had the passion for it. Recently stumbled on it and thought I should s..
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They say I'm a sinister but I see myself as a minister to this sinners. My words are like crystals, deceiving this tricksters. They look up to me on t..
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I'm working for the money, so I made my carmel toe so costly. I remember days I bent my back for so long just because I had to pay the rent. The tears..
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My prophecy is my tomorrow's legacy. My inspirational cannabis has become an habit so I'm an addict to using tactics in my writings. The music is beco..
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