I am bizarre
I am intimidating
I am the anger in danger
I am damaged goods
I am past my sell-by date
I am an enigma
I am reserved
Nothing is for nothing
Life is worth it
No matter what
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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