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Nic Termer

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

127 poems·Since April 2017

I'm just a poet. Just like you.

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It sucks

April 27, 2017
It sucks to suck. It sucks we all suck. Suck it! I guess it's useless. There aren't many people who are a real. I ain't talking about a the trend of being real, I mean really real. They are alive, and have eyes wide open. Open to see lies. Open to see problems. Open to see what's really going on. Do you see? Of course you do... My eyes are rolling. Every once and a while you see a real person. Perhaps at a job interveiw. Perhaps at a bar. Perhaps on the street, begging for you to see. It's ok tho... My poor man, nobody will see you. Nobody sees the cage. And those that do see the cage, see it inside the cage. Don't mind me. I'm just climbing the bars.
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