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When I was little I cried about one thing that hurt me.
Now that I'm older, when I cry, I cry about everything that hurt me and it's never one thing.
for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet
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NAME
alive
 Sep 2019 ultraviolet
NAME
im still alive
sorry to disappoint
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ketashia
poems
do not have to rhyme
in fact
the best ones
often do not
thank you for coming to my ted talk

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