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Jessica Green

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

10 poems·Since November 2014
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the deep inside

January 12, 2015

There is a deep trench in wich i started off as deformed, but i am now reformed. We all are lost in a flawlessness. We look past this bliss. We want to be more, and thats why we miss the open door. I use to look into a mirror, and I would cry. I just wanted to soar up high. Little did I know I was on my way to a destiny, and i swear something had the best of me. Now that i look back, i understand. All those days of my raised hand and trying to be glad. I was about to soar and see i was th only one to walk through the door. for i am more . ~survivor~ Jg

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