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reasons you should listen

Yesterday's post is running a little late due to snow.

Poetry is one of my favorite art forms, but I suck at it. I tried and tried and tried throughout middle school and high school, and I suck suck suck. But I love to read others, so that's what I'll share. I love poetry (or prose or whatever the technical term may be for the particular example) that sends chills down your spine, that you can almost feel running through your veins as you read it. That's what I want to share. Words that have for whatever reason become my favorites. I will always link credit back to the authors, most of which are found on DeviantArt.

Here's one of my favorites,
because he is the reason I keep trying.

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i.  because you are the reason
i want to give up
sometimes. because i'll never be
as wonderful as you, and i
feel like a piece of nothing compared to you. but
you are the one holding my hand
and pushing me forward, gently,

and suddenly,
you are the reason
i keep trying.

ii.  because i don't speak
often. because this
is a piece of me
i'm afraid to show.

iii.  have you ever felt
like giving up? like
you're the gum stuck
on someone's shoe, and they
only want to be rid of you?
have you ever broken down
just because it feels like
no one cares?

because if you ever do,
i'll be there for you.

i promise.

iv.  because i need you to,
and this is the only way
i'll ever ask.

-Amertie

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