Poems from goldennguyen209

Everyone walks down the halls and think nothing about it. These halls are a high way of students determind to reach their destinations....
Everyone walks down the halls and think nothing about it. These halls are a high way of students determind to reach their destinations....
Wall of blank confusion. I pass by. Stop! What, do, I, see? I see splashes and waves of blue oceans rising to the scene. Like its the...

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