My life is a lot like a busted mouth. Every chipped tooth is a reminder of when things went south, every discoloration a failed attempt at trying to find myself, these things pose as a constant reminder of this winding road I wander.
TylerBanasiewicz
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tretre says: This poem made me think. I like it. Keep that pen movin TylerBanasiewicz! |
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tretre says: Oh and Welcome to the Vibe! |
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