All the poem I've written good or bad I've lived through.
From the very first one , I buried my shatter friendship.
Ripped heart, torture soul but a fake smile hides it from the world.
A dozen poems about a love that I've never own.
I really was close , but past baggage cause our love to fumble.
Damaged, what I thought forever would be,
but poetry has set me free,
patched my lungs up now I can breathe.

Scribbling now happy and Healthy.

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