Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
The fact that living equates to competition, This world, Just sucks. No time to catch your breath or you’ll be overtaken, That pressure,...
Push, Me away from you.   T a k e, E v e r y t h i n g  f r o m  me.   A  l  w  a  y  s, A   d  i  s  a  p  p  o  i  n  t  m  e  n  t.   W...
The rain splatters on the pavement, it wets and splashes everything it touches, people are running away and screeching, I don’t know why...
Because there's so much to do,  in this world, I feel like everything is not, enough, Nothing seems to be a hole, I try and try, To fill so...
Edge seems to be a word that all are familiar with, introduced in the third grade as, the place where two sides meet in a prism.    But...

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