Trapped
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My Kind of RealA Book by TrappedI can't describe the impossible mirging with the possible. You'll have to read it to find out. |
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Over the edgeA Poem by TrappedAnyone want to jump? |
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With Sweet comes SourA Poem by TrappedRobert Frost wrote a poem. Nothing gold can stay. Well in my case, Nothing Sweet can stay. |
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MarathonA Poem by TrappedI run my marathon. You run yours. Some are long. Some are short. Depends on the obstacles in the way. |
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