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Time will slip away.
On promises made in haste,
precious life we waste.
The night calls to me.
Fireflies outside my window.
The jasmine in bloom.
It's so hard to stand,
firmly on your own two feet.
When you're pushed and shoved,
knocked completely off balance,
by every person you meet.
Independence is.
Not needing anyone's light,
to help find your way.
I've been lost before..
Having no one to find me,
I found inner strength.
Poetry frees you.
You must feel some agony,
to express your pain.
While my back was turned.
You stomped on and crushed my dreams.
While you're living yours.
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