Poetry

Get off My Neck.

There’s lots of warnings against peer pressure – a famed weapon of mass destruction. “Don’t let anyone pressure you into doing something you don’t want to!” they say. “Don’t feel pressured to be who you are not!” they say. Yet, most of the pressure I’ve felt and have given into through out my existence has …

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Who Was She?

She’s in my thoughts. I see her in my dreams. Most days she feels like a vivid memory. Too real to be imagined; her face, her hair, her skin, her smile, her gentle voice, down to her physique. It’s the same. What’s the difference? She looks just like me. I’m intrigued, so I’m asking Tell …

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