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Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Dear Mom,

I've gotten used to the boots, the heavy bags, the rapid gunfire, the swearing, the strenuous workouts, but I love it. Here, I belong. This is what I was born to do. I was born to protect the innocent, keep our freedom, and sacrifice myself for the greater good. I'm the Marine I was born to be. Tell my wife I love her, and our baby too. I don't know when I'm coming home, but I'll be okay, knowing you guys have one.

                                                                                        Love,
                                                                                   Spencer

Dear Dad,

The Marines has changed me. I'm not the angry kid I used to be. I've gotten used to the boots, the armor, the swearing, the yelling, and I love it. I miss Lucy like crazy, and I miss our baby too. I don't know when I'm coming home, but I'll be okay, knowing she and the baby are safe. tell her I love her, and Tell Mom I love her too. I miss home.
                                                                              Love, Spencer
I don't know why I wrote this. I think It's more along the lines that every soldier that leaves may not come back. My boyfriend wants to go to the Marines, and I support him 100%, it's just that I'm scared he will never be the same.
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Hey guys, sorry this isn't a poem again, but I'm writing a book To find out more information on it, message me and I will give a brief rundown of the book. If you have editors/publishers/artists you may know, please lend me their contact info so I may contact them when I am done writing

PS: The title of the book is The Fallout
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Sometimes pain is the only thing I feel.
But then again, pain is the most blissful feeling in the world
*all i want is to sleep*
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
(Sorry, this wont be a poem.)
Many of the users of this page do not know me, so I might as well introduce myself.
Hey, My name is Lucy. I'm 16, about to be 17 in a week, and I love to write poetry. I'm a junior in high school, i love to weld, an I have an amazing boyfriend.

(Here comes the personal ****.)
I suffer from anxiety, and depression. Every great once in a while, I fall into these pits of anger, sadness, anxiety, you name it.  My boyfriend has been amazing and helps me through these pits. My brother is always there when I need that warm embrace. My best friend has been helping me through these pits and is trying to help me look at the bright side.

If anyone knows a way to help with these kinds of pits, please comment below or message me. I'm in need of some serious help.

i need to talk.
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
It's not how he feels,
or how they feel,
or how it makes the world feel.

The one thing that matters... is you.
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
He loves me
He loves me more
He loves me most

I love him
I love him more
I love him most
(No Way)
literally my boyfriend in the ()'s
Lucy Mohr Mar 2018
Some of my poems are happy, but those are easy to write.
The poems that mean the most are the ones i put my tears and blood into.
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