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poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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It twirls between my tongue,Each breath I take, encapsulated in this melted essence of sorrowThis horrowing feeling that comes to taunt me in the night timesThis friend of mine, joined to me at the hip, never leavingIs this due to my broken childhood, teenage yearsOr is it my own self,Is it my own heartache, is […]