A Poem For RicheyA Poem by prettybretty
He read and wrote as if words were the air he breathed
To feel better he carved his skin to make it bleed He exercised and starved to achieve bodily correction What he didn't know what that he was already perfection
© 2014 prettybretty
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Added on November 26, 2014Last Updated on November 26, 2014 AuthorprettybrettyLawrenceburg, TNAboutBrett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..Writing
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