Laz
Member since Monday, 4 August 2014
Country: New Zealand

As cliche as this may sound, I do not know if I am still worthy to call myself a poet. My words have always been my way only outlet some in recent times my only way to let go. I am no aimless wanderer nor am I an old soul, for I am who I have become, through love, through hate, through pain, through hope, through forgiving and trying to forget. This is my story and what it has made me.

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To the ones who broke my heart, cheated my affection, and played with my fate.. This is dedicated to you all
Poetry
 
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Homophobia is so redundant
Poetry
 
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