a day without promise

a day without promise is a day scarcely led

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i couldn’t hold back the tears i cried

all the years i spent hiding inside

no one can tell me what to do

i’m an angel… but i’m a devil with you

something skips in my mind

a thousand thoughts in plain sight

no matter where i drive

everyone is faster than me

they’re in a race i cannot see

by sam

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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