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Rebecca

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

2 poems·Since July 2013
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the mind

July 20, 2013
A home where there can be laughter, happiness, joy excitement, but can also be a shelter for depression, anger, envy and resentment. A location for secrets, a place for thoughts, a setting for everything we are taught. Feeling develop they come and go, confusion is set to yes or no. It may wonder, and even stray but your mind is still a significant place. it can not be read like an open book, others eyes are open but they cant just look, inside your mind is a sacred place. only you can reveal these thoughts, but there's still things that wont be resolved. The mind, the mind my mind.
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