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I have a secret .... that is somewhat portrayed in this poem.

People, They tell me, "Don't be a follower" It wasn't til today that I recognized its true meaning. To follow in the footsteps of ..

I'm in a trance. I'm lost in my mind. Im thinking of words, I'm not likely to find. I sit here. I ponder. I wonder if you're Growing..

When winter screams with winds of rage, When leaves are burried in an icy grave, The warmth of my soul extracted, The pain of my heart compac..

The Lightening, It lights up the sky, TheThunder, Creates sound, And The Rain, Tapping on the window, Brings together these two raging f..

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