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Poems about the journey indisovery of your identity
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I pray
I wonder
I dream
My vison is all I can see
It's part of me
I play
I wander
I scream
My demons are still inside me
It can make me mean, but that's not all there is to be seen
Some days feel like you are floating onfairdust, others make you feel like falling in the badmenstrap just. Remember that the moment just before the fairy comes
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