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kewayne wadley

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

52 poems·Since February 2017
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Balloon

February 15, 2017
I was your balloon, You had me so high. My head overflated, filled to max capacity. You couldn't have possibly known just how you made me feel. My neck attached to a string clinched tight in the center of your hand. Then all of sudden. Pop. You couldn't possibly have known how bad that hurt
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