Poems from thomas.a.agee

I
I, myself, am myself in you.
Caught up. Caught up in all the worries. Trapped. Trapped I the jail of life. Itching. Itching for a break. Tempted. Tempted by the rising...
  With the innocence of hope, Comes the maturity of silence.   Belief, a prerequisite for the present. Why does the truth have to hurt?...
Andy,  I honestly love you more than you will ever know. You have helped me through so much and made me a better person in the process....
Here we lie in an unconscious state ignoring the world as it passes by. There lying, I want so much to speak but every word that cross my...

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