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Poems

  • Shackles

    The shackles of society bind me, To the imperfections of myself, The layers of fat stripped away, To reveal an awful sight, The ugliness within me, That I can’t ...

    • Poetry
    • Narrative
    1 min read


The same boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you're made of, not the circumstances.
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