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When I sit in silence, I close my eyes. What's that noise from afar? I need to change the oil in my car. Wait. Pause. Breathe. Breathe…….
It’s amusing to me about how societal standards can affect one's mind deeply. It causes multiple questions to cultivate and confusion to disperse about identity.
A proud man who always worked hard Never gave up and reached for the stars Held out his arms when we'd fall He helped us be strong to stand tall Made us laugh through the years
  When my friends ask me what my father does, I am the few that gets to say, my daddy works a chocolate factory. They reply with jealousy.
(poems go here) as she sat there and watched the evils slip through her father she could only imagine the pains that reside in the heart growing weary.
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