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Keyana

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since October 2012
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Consequences

October 22, 2012
I didn’t know this would happen Suppose this is meant to be. The danger that is passing me It burns my surface, shredding to open This danger is consuming inside Yet the pain is underneath skin Suddenly, I realized my actions were sin My actions were wrong and took a ride The joyride is over, time for sight Remember what I should have done Looking back can never recover anyone… Favoring bad as I ignored right Water rolling from my eyes. GREAT! Preventing the danger would be wise My reckless behavior could not compromise My scars telling me “it’s much too late.”
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