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These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 Jan 2022 shanika yrs
fustypetals
words are stuck
in my throat—
and comes out
as tears.
somehow it's hard to express feelings, but you need to let them out. so, I guess—it's okay to cry it out.
 Oct 2020 shanika yrs
32x
and i will make new memories by
mixing fresh januarys with blossoming aprils
and
sprouting marches will be tossed with hearty novembers
and
a dash of ambition and a handful of benevolence
She
Handle with care,
Fragile,
.
.
.
.
.
Like a bomb.
9/8/2020
Clamming
Ur
Real
Rich
En new coins
 Sep 2018 shanika yrs
Donna
Hello :)
 Sep 2018 shanika yrs
Donna
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you

:-)))

<3
Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
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