A poem
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Thread Topic: A poem
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The darkest side, comes out at day. Where light locks, my true self away. At night I'm giddy happy and cheerful, during the day I'm stressed and fearful. I find beign alive, harder than normal. Maybe it's because, my world is paranormal.
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Love and Relate to this to the point of infinity.
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Thanks Ting. And also sorry.lol
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That was... beyond amazing. Like you have no clue.
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smartgirl115 NewbieWhat happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore,
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over,
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load-
or does it explode?
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