Let me fall
So that I can rise
I may be small
Spirit has no size
For better or for worse
Like an old abandoned building
I will get rid of this curse
No longer a dirty thing
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These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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