Another day done wrong, another smile misplaced, another face on a face and yet another wrong face. Another day did I ruin, another moment I burned. Why do I keep messing up? Why can't I get it right? I seem to disappoint more often. When will I get it right before another day is done wrong?
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My Secret Thoughts
PoetryHere are some secret thoughts of mine that may have even went through your head a couple times. Come in and don't be afraid of where your mind wonders with its dark and light secrets. These are some poems I wrote and I really want to share. Some may...
