I Was Your Passport
I was a child who became your passport to the Uk
I Was You Passport I chose you over my mother and father. I chose you over my brothers and sisters. I gave my everything to you.
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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Cathartic poetry is good sometimes. In no way am I trying to belittle your pain, however it might be good for you to know that other men have done much worse things to other women. You may not believe this, but I have been through and seen much worse than this. Some people are just evil. Beware.
I guess that are the chances we take in our various relationships. Good work.