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This is a Poem

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BeAnIndividual

Published: Sep 9, 2014

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This is a poem.
Sometimes, it's all you need to
Have life be okay.

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Xelador

Sep 9, 2014

I've definitely written very lengthy, extrapolated poetic versions of this... but I think the message is much stronger when it comes down to basic message behind it.

Sometimes a poem is all you need to have life be okay.

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