One of my favorite poems, and one of my greatest struggles: What makes us leave what we love best? What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself When we need it most, That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake And holds us flush there until we begin to love it...
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I appreciate a poem where the last line is the kill shot.
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i swear i can feel the gut punch every time
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