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Pure and honest


Sitting and thinking. What's poetry means to me? To me its here, its there. Its the way we walk, talk, and think. We are poetry. We wish to be the most honest version of ourselves and to still be accepted. We are who we are and that doesn't just change. How honest and tragic, so we continue to scream from the corners. In words we express the only way we can. Honest and hopeful of a world that may never come. In words we express what's on our minds, anything and everything
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