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Pain wasn't an addiction. It wasn't a plea. Pain was in a way, to grasp reality when nothing else was. In pain, i wasn't alone, simply because, everyone felt it. I was on a battlefield in a white picket fence dream, and i was losing to my emotions as my family quietly fell into a disarray that we would never recover
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OKay! My mom told my teachers i had poetry online and now i have to turn in a few poems so they can be published. I REALLY need help picking poems to submit. So, could you help me pwease by reading my poems no need to comment and pick your absolute favorites and message me the ones you like? If you could that would b
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