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Poetry Tublogginge

He won’t let me leave

Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe I should. I know I must and yet I mustn’t For my own sanity, for my own sake. I know I must, but then I won’t? A step forward, no more behind. Maybe he’ll come for me. When I finally get the courage to leave his house. Do I want that? I’m not so sure… Maybe he won’t though Oh but he’s charming, the little voice whispers. This little voice I’ve grown to loathe. Yet it’s apart of my very being. SHUT IT, my inner aggressive speaks. But I have to admit, he is charming. He’ll …

Poetry Tublogginge

Tublogginge

Hello peeps Welcome to my #ugblogweek. This is the first of 7 posts and I pray I that I don’t flake out. *Deep breath* sooo here goes nothing….. I am not a poet…not at all. The last time I tried to write a poem it went something like; corruption corruption corruption why are you in our country! It’s terrible I know, but in my defense I was ten

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