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I was emotional..apologies for the language

Oh you rhyme don’t ye? Ah that’s for the youngings I suppose. I’ve been in that boat since I was 8 years old and from those rhythmic waves I rose. Now picture a flower, what you want to do. A folded female part at all the wrong times. That’s all the time I’m bitter but it suits me. Don’t tell me you believe in soul mates when you’re in the same post code. Or do you believe in coincidence? Cause a wince can be in a positive or negative vibe. This is the bravest poem, who is the strongest of the weak? Hell is when the person you could have become and the person you have become meet, In life a comparison should not be needed.