Thrown out of control, shattered pieces of life,
cut by the sharp edges, my frustrated daily strife.
No one understands, my soul scattered as they harass, nothing else remains, but life's broken glass.
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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!
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