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A Poem by Y.F.
This one goes out to all the girls who felt weak, and as if they have no power to protest a wrong done to them.
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A Story by Y.F.
He saw his reflection in the window.
He had a frown on his face.
He tried to remember the last time he smiled.
"Well, I guess it doesn't reall..
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A Story by Y.F.
Self exploration and acceptance, brought to you by a mad mind
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A Poem by Y.F.
Another collaboration with Beautifully Tragic
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A Poem by Y.F.
An addiction you didn't know you had.
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A Poem by Y.F.
That's how I feel,
a canvas with no color
a being without another
Half.
AsI sit here alone,
the walls are closing in around
and I can almost h..
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A Poem by Y.F.
A collaboration with Beautifully Tragic
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A Poem by Y.F.
Who are you?
Why do you follow?
How do I escape from your darkness,
your sorrow?
I've seen you around,
there's no point in denying,
no point d..
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A Poem by Y.F.
Will they ever meet again?
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A Poem by Y.F.
I'm holding the pillow tight,
kissing mythumb good night,
wishingthey weresomeone special,
but wishing is all I'm able.
I'm wrapped up inside my..
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