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

220 poems·Since March 2016

Everyday must be its own

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You told me I was

March 13, 2016

You told me I was beautiful,

coated me with your powder sugar.

You told be I was a barbie doll,

caressed me with your sticky caramel.

 

You told me I was a genius,

charmed me with your oozing sap.

You told be I was a somebody,

coddled me with your viscous candy.

 

You said I was yours!

You said I made you proud!

You said I was,

I was everything to you!

 

Where are You now?

I look around me,

and see melting pools of sweets,

You reflecting of its muddy hue.

 

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