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Some of my poetry from the past year for all to read.

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do you ever wonder,
if you'll be remembered?
or if you'll fade away?

do you ever think about,
why life is what it is?
or do you just accept it and move on?

i, myself, am stuck somewhere between, i guess
but for some reason i keep on telling my stories,

maybe someone will remember

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what if someone you barely knew told you they were in love with you?
would you believe it

maybe they do but that's beside the point,
what if a bus hit you, the next time you crossed the street,
what face would you make? would you smile?

what if you drove that bus?

nevermind that,
do you know how you'd feel if your lover died?
would it feel like wet satin?

tears on paper?
next thing you know life is something you didn't want,
or even

envision
now, where are you?
who are you?
are you happy?

try harder then.

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I don't know why it happened,
but the day came,

when the words stopped coming.

I just want to know what to say,
how to make you comfortable,

here inside my head.

I can't help but think I'm lost,
but then I see you again,

and realize that if I wasn't lost before,

I certainly am now.

You're a map,
drawn on skin,

with lemon juice,

in the bath.

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there truly is no reason to go on,
we all, in our heart of hearts, know this to be true
but here you are, alive and reading these simple letters
that have been strung into what we call phrases.
what's the point?

or is the point that there is no point?
nothing matters cause we all give up in the end anyways...
life is trying so hard for all of us to die,
the only thing we can do is fight to live.

but in the end
we all lose

it's the fight that matters

not the outcome

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My body is a character that my soul writes a story about.
This world I see around me is my creation,
And this situation is nothing to me.


You don't think about what makes me,
Because you don't understand that it is you with such power.

Where is the world going?
It's up to you,

Create your own reality.

For you have everything to lose,

And nothing to gain.

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at
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