poems

DEAR FRIEND

Writing this poem is to remind me every time I try to be that one friend that want see through the end and struggle to keep my friend and our relationship afloat, strong and trustful. Each time I have found we have to be patient

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Wanting To Die

Ran away the boy, Don’t know from where Binding ways of shackles Still carries the weights. Fickle was the boy, Hoarded to himself alone though his eyes were dim him, forced to survive. Gone the days, The boy left behind Never let he go Dim were his eyes, Shackles from the past Kept both hands

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