Journey to the Good Place.

Know yourself. Love yourself.

High School Poem #1

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If you sit in prison long enough

the foul air doesn’t stink

subconsciously

you come to think

“all life must be this way”

 

If dark damp stone

is all you know

and the chill is all you feel

sunshine seems like a fairy tail

and happiness a dream

 

But should you spend a week outside

in warm shunshine filled air

then you would see

what it means to be

free.

 

 

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Author: Meggo The Flying Eggo

Once upon a time I knew exactly who I was. Once upon a time I knew what I was doing and where I was going. Once upon a time I knew what I wanted and what I didn't like. Once upon a time I had it all figured out... Then I was born.

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