I have the fractured soul of a writer from New York,the confused hart of a teen in California,the mind of a successful person in Atlanta. But I feel free sometimes even with all my problems like the Caribbean or the Atlantis people. I am if not anything else, free.
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Author:
Hermosa Reina (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is just a letter to my self, to help me battle my insecurities. This was something my uncle used to tell me all the time and he's not here to tell me this anymore I just have to remind myself of this.
- Category: Letter
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