A man describes to his son the cost of the D-Day invasion.
Continue ReadingLimerick.
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Continue ReadingI am sorry for the mistakes I made.
Continue ReadingA poem that is actually done, but my actions are not.
Continue ReadingA burning fire.
Continue ReadingThis is a poem about how sometimes a storm can look like.
Continue ReadingWe should let go of these negative feelings.
Continue ReadingToday is my birthday.I’m 17 now.Anyone can pray for me because I am bad and can not pray for all my deeds I wish someone can pray for me to die and I can hug my death.
Continue ReadingJust writing what comes to mind.
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