Like the waves crashing against a sandybeach,
I wash away
Like a flower in the rain,
I fall
like a little one fallos and cuts their knee,
I bleed
I may look, seem, and sound so different, but if I
were to cut my fingure, wouldn't my blood,
be just as red as yours?
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OK this jurnal is going to have a lot of readom things but lately I have been righting poetry so I put it in there don't laugh I am not that good so ya
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AlaskaYoung
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I reject your reality and subistut my own