Grasping

A poem for the misfits

By Vivian RosePublished 11 months ago • 1 min read

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I went away to find myself

Instead got sent away

I felt I wasn't welcome there

I didn't want to stay

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Vivian Rose

I'm still getting a feel for what I like and where my talent lies, but I'm glad to have you along for the ride! My work is going to be like a talent showcase for the time being, ranging from poetry to blog posts to personal essays.

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