Poems from sosleapy

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Kind of hungry, kind of tired, guess i'll write a poem or something? 17
  I went bowling with my mom once. It was 10 o’clock on a Saturday night in the middle of September. I think this was the first time we’d...
    Soft Skin       Our nation's youth are fragile. They are formed by cracks on cracks on crevices, Seconds from breaking and falling...