GrowthA Poem by Hope
Ticking clock and racing time -
Why can't I just seem to hide? I know my talents must be used. Insecurities do fuse. My passions fail against the tide - this pool of knowledge: hide is crime. Dropping out there drip by drip - no whale can fit inside of it. © 2013 Hope |
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Added on November 26, 2013 Last Updated on November 26, 2013 |

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