learningA Poem by freelancejousterexcept, when someone told me how often it was that they thought of suicide, i could do nothing but cry and do my best to hold them, though they were much larger than i. my number was larger, but that wasn't the point of it at all. © 2012 freelancejouster |
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Added on September 26, 2012Last Updated on September 26, 2012 AuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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