Thursday, August 8, 2019

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Everyone wants to be better. Those who dont, don't know no better. No better than you or I. My soul is fettered, still I look to the sky.

Call me as I fall, an angel with broken wings. A siren who dont sing. Admire, call me anything. After all, it is only I holding me back. I look to the sky and know what I lack.
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Julia Luber 08 August 2019

No need to be mellow all along. You write about your questions and anxiety of your natural talents most skillfully. This poem makes it sound like you do not need to " Get better" at all, you only need to write more and stick with it.

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