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A Poem by Anna
Pen to paper,In words I find my serenity.Filling pages, once empty, fullEach word comes together to tell a story; to define an emotion.When I write li..
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A Poem by Anna
You could be dying inside and no one would know until you're gone.
They pretend to care as a favour to themselves, their conscience, but what good i..
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