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Each unseen blow that brings you downTakes all your breath so you can drown.You fight and win, or so you thinkEach “win” will bring you to..

This poem is dedicated to my stepfather. This would not have been possible without you. Here’s to you…

You look at me and what you seeIs different from my view of me.I see a girl who doesn’t thinkShe tries enough. Not swim but sink.You see me as t..

I’ve stumbled through life, never finding my wayLooked at the world through lenses of grey.The monsters I claim, from under my bedAre now nestle..

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