I started writing when I was 15, random pieces of inspiration and passion was what drove me to write. to write about things affecting me, and those around me
Like stray dogs we come and go,
never really on your mind
yet only when one that looks good,
acts special
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Surely man should know of their own feelings
Surely man should understand their emotions
Yet how does man distinguish from being fond of, or liking?
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So, Now you may see
what you truly meant to me.
Though I may not be able to be with you,
I do not really care.
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O I just don't know,
after telling you,
would it have been better,
better not to have raise the subject?
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Softly and gently dust falls down around you,
Illuminated by the harsh stage lights,
The bright dusk glitter like specks of gold.
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