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Sorrow
We are all strangers to life, As we begin down the road.With an opportunity to touch others Before we get old.Humbly, I write, these words you would say, Your message ...
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Poetry
I was born to dieTo live my life amid imperfectionTo struggle against the unknownAs happiness was destined to be my goalFull of knowledge, I was slow to learn my lessons. ...
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Reflection
Do you see me as I am?Or is my reflection distorted.The intent of my actions, Often different than reportedIt was my choice I guess, About what I needed to do.I ...
