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Wrath pt 1
so wrathful she ran past the threshold of my past, into my present, past my future, into my infinity. i didn't want her there. i don't think anyone did. that girl was me. And my brown skin shown like brown sugar in the morning sun. Yet i cry for all the times i've been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Yet this happens multiple times a day. So here i am. All of me. All wrong. I cry to myself because if only i were right for once, i'd be wrong all over. Because I, was never right. Not today. Not ever.
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there's a pt.2 to this.but i wrote this while in a dark place in my mind as with a lot of my poems. i hope someone can benefit from this.