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Kennee Marie
I've lived from east coast to west coast to Quadra island Canada 🇨🇦 Just trying to let my thoughts become bigger than me.
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December 9th 2022
I ponder finding myself tumbling in my circumspection; on a wish. I wish, that I had a friend. Of whom a friend like me, to mind the things forgot which I've let slip. One of those friends to listen when I talk to talk about anything, about everything. A hug, during those times for a much sought solid, stated embrace albeit for everything gets too hard to take. I can't even! It's too hard to be fake on each every day I wake; I put a smile on my seriously agitated face. Readying, myself to step upon a distant outside space I proceed a stride, another mile in this rat race of our predominate suppressed degressive world.
By Kennee Marie3 years ago in Poets
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