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This is part one of a two-part poem, part two being Here I Fall.
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St. Joseph Cafasso is the patron saint of prisons and prisoners. He once gave absolution to 60 criminals, and because they were just about to be led t..
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I wrote this one about how without God we are slaves to ourselves. As my best friend put it, "It's sad some don't understand the concept".
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Man, reading this one over it's seriously depressing. Odd that I don't recall feeling down when I wrote it.
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A poem about giving up something you are entitled to towards someone who has slighted you, even if there is no hope of changing them.
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A poem about myself, but what makes this one a rarity is it's (gasp!) a positive one.
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As you may have guessed from the title, this one is about missing out on or denying the obvious and burying it with dogma.
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A poem I wrote after a particularly bad fight with my mother. I know, cliched material, but I still like the emotion it conveys.
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Ever wonder what the world would be like if we dropped our masks? That' just a random question, as I have no idea what this one's about. Maybe I was h..
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A small poem I wrote for my profile on Deviantart.
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