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My Pragmatic Poems: It started off as a warm spring night
My clothes stripped, my dignity too. That night I thought, I wouldn’t see it through. I lay there after, for what seemed like hours. Imagining on my grave, what type of flowers
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My Pragmatic Poems: So alone, scared to my bones
I sat in my room, my addiction my answer. Yet all it did was act like a cancer. I felt, oh so alone.
My Pragmatic Poems: Super Sidekick
Being alone has me writing this rhyme
No superhero side no partner in crime
Days spent in isolation gives cause for hesitation
To open your door to wanting much more