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

2 poems·Since March 2019
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True existence

March 6, 2019
She lived a good lie The sun and the moon rose and passed by The air around her became toxic Days after days Nights after nights Children's voices chanting a lullaby Aging was a sin Her lifeless soul was immune to death Immortality was her only friend Freedom held a grudge against her Imprisoned her spirit on this earth Wandering around pleading for true existence
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