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ranza123

Published: Apr 5, 2011

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Every day when I ask myself,
"What's wrong with me?"
The problem isn't that I have
No answers. It's that I have
Too many.

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wednesdaymourning6

May 5, 2011

Oh gosh, I remember snatching up a friend's phone and browsing deviantArt's poetry section about a month ago. I saw this poem, and I loved it. I've been searching for it, and now I've finally found it again, about a month later. This poem is... just... <3

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