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I WANT TO SPEAK OUT

In a world that clamors, I raise my voice,A unique poem, a choice to rejoice.I’ll paint with words, colors untamed,Unveil the truths that remain unnamed. Through the echoes of time, my thoughts shall soar,Unfolding tales never heard before.I’ll dance with metaphors, in rhythm and rhyme,Weaving a tapestry, transcending time. I’ll traverse the galaxies, explore the…
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SHE IS A WORKING PROCESS
She is a working process, a poem undefined,A canvas of thoughts, constantly redesigned.With each passing moment, she evolves and grows,A tapestry of emotions, a story that flows. Her words are like brush strokes, painting her soul,Expressing her dreams, making her whole.She weaves through the verses, exploring her mind,Seeking truth and meaning, the treasures she’ll find.…
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Community Involvement
What do you do to be involved in the community? 1. Volunteer: Look for local organizations, charities, or nonprofits that align with your interests and skills. They often need volunteers to assist with various activities, such as mentoring, tutoring, fundraising, or organizing events. 2. Join community groups: Participate in community organizations, clubs, or associations that…
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WHY ALWAYS HIM
In a world of mysteries and tales untold,There’s a question that lingers, bold and old.Why always him? the whispering voices say,A unique soul, blazing through life’s highway. He strides with a charisma, unmatched and bright,A spark in his eyes, an eternal light.Through triumph and turmoil, he takes his stand,A magnetic force, guided by fate’s gentle…
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A HEART NEEDS

When you finally understand love Its like having a loyal relationship with the Queen Bee You’d never want the person to lack anything Your priorities are added But this time a priority that gives you meaning in life Jobs wont love you back neither will money Sometimes even family never call to ask how you…
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SHE’S WAITING
Pages are in her She has a bookshelf for a heart And ink runs through her veins And words naturally in her voice She’ll write you into her story With the the typewriter in her brain Her bookshelf is full With all the stories she’s penned Of all humanity flicked through her pages But they…
