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

2 poems·Since January 2019
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My Sord

January 29, 2019

 Darkness is not kind. It storms in and tries to linger in. It is deformed but camouflaged 

in. It brings sadness and tears. It tries to kreep in the night. Beware of dark cornros 

 or walls because darkness might fall. But I bring my sword in at all times.

 It gleams of light and LOVE. It comes in faster and conquers all. With the light 

 of the sword, I cut the darkness's head and FREEDOM comes in. No more

fear, self-doubt, temptation, uncertainty and, LOVE LOVE LOVE is all I hear.  

 

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