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Jan 2018
What if my poems are bad?
what if they're too sad?
Am I being too dramatic?
oh, my i'm frantic.
Why do I doubt myself so much?
no one has ever said I should do such
but maybe its my head
saying
"listen to me instead"
My mind is a place I could always trust
with secrets large and small
But that secret keeping diary
is now gone.
Written by
Vianna  13/F/america
(13/F/america)   
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