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My name, Two names, Two worlds. The duality of my quality feels like I’m not perfect. With two worlds, am I perfect enough to be with others? Where does an open area let me in? Will I be welcomed? Will I be buillied? There’s never enough time to be perfect. Two names, Two worlds. Where do I come from?
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i got bored and this is how i used 2 feel before so i decided 2 make something like that about my past
ifyy good job val, this is deep. I wish I can write about ma past like this but its jus tm to write about and put down.
@theydontknowally wrote:
ifyy good job val, this is deep. I wish I can write about ma past like this but its jus tm to write about and put down.
@fwval wrote:
@theydontknowally wrote:
ifyy good job val, this is deep. I wish I can write about ma past like this but its jus tm to write about and put down.
This is deep! Love how you went back to your statement in the begining of the poem n ended with it.
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yesssuhhhh
wrd
thus is me rn
u did pretty good
relatable
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