Poems from rad.emily.elizabeth.

People do not know, people do not know the real me. It is not completely their fault though. It is partly mine as well.   You see, well in...
As a pessimist, it is difficult for me to write about what and or who uplifts me to achieve a pinch of happiness. I often diet on salads...
It began with the seeds that were planted in my mind. The kind that grows poisonous plants that one would not want to find. The conditions...
I can be your magnet and you can be my first page. I’ll read you over and over with eager excitement Just to get to the plot in you. You’ll...
As I hold the pen in my hand, Waiting to be pressed down on the blank, lined paper, To form l e t t e r s... And then to words... So I can...

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