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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Concealed

Such frailty for the weak,
You've succumbed to your worst feat;
You're not who I thought you were-
The door's deadbolted and key; tossed.

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