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Lia Fulton Poem
even though losing will always occur
you don't have to surrender to the ground
without the faith within life is a blur
to someone, your actions speak countless sounds
It is not wise to let your life be swayed,
By the paths of rivers in which you take
For in your world you're the one with the blade
You'll realize most signs in life are fake
Leaving leads to holes of many sizes
Think of your actions before you leave us,
Your study of life will leave disguises
There is not a need to make this a fuss
It doesn't make sense to live not being true
rejection won't equal failure for you
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Lia Fulton Poem
I am horrible, I am terrible.
Tainted, amalgamated thick mixture,
Eerie liquid that is unbearable.
Ratty and shabby like an old fixture.
Rambling on countless times without a clue,
Isolated sadness from within deep.
Beleaguered by anger is how I've grew,
Looking for true glee in a crying heap,
Exposure to the light for my true self.
Shone through my own fatalistic desires,
Worthless as an old lapsed doll on a shelf.
Soon, without the light, we all shall conspire.
Fate will deliver from the bad in us,
For the rigid in us, we must discuss
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Lia Fulton Poem
Diminished lifespan,
Feeble, yet a brilliant force
Bloom of true beauty.
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