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Untitled Ninety-eight

Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them […]

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A Poem for Las Vegas

I was born and raised in Vegas, and last night it was hit by a crazed gunman. A terrorist, who killed 50+ people with over 400 being injured. I don’t want to leave my house, but I know that not a good way to help my community. People need blood (donated), food, transportation, and water. […]

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