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Shania

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

2 poems·Since October 2013
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Blessed

October 24, 2013

I see the light of day.

I see my fathers face.

I seen my friends today and last Friday. 

I hear my moms voice.

I hear the thoughts in my head.

I hear my nephew playing with his toys.

I hear the sirens while laying in my bed.

I feel my boyfriends voice.

I feel Gods touch.

I expect his love.

I feel blessed.

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