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Aug 2020
I got nothing. All I have is:
I scream into the void, wanting answers.
But I hear, not what I want, Darkness dances
I really want to be good at poetry, really just so I have something to shove in the face of my English teacher who didn’t believe in me. Well this came from me and a friend talking to a stranger online about insanity and what it is. So I decided to take out 30 minute conversation and condense it into a poem however I don’t know how to, and I got stuck on the third line. So I showed them this and I think it’s okay. It shows the final steps I take before giving up.
Richard Graydon
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Richard Graydon
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   Nylee and Eshwara Prasad
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