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Poetry

He loves me, He loves me not

To forgive you or not

How do I get rid of these knots

I feel a strong pressure on my chest

And I really am trying my best

But I often feel more cursed than blessed

And If I had to guess…

I’ll say I allowed this mess

Every time they hurt me, I felt pressed

And if I must confess

It often makes me quite depressed

Felt so much to pain, to pain I became obsessed

And no matter how bad I loved you in your presence I felt oppressed

You wanted to fight, I wanted to rest

And there were so many tests

And now you’re try to fix it and I remain unimpressed

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by glorycastillo.v

Hello,
My name is Glory Castillo. I have been writing poetry since a very young age. Being an only child, I needed to find a way to process pain alone. I believe poetry is a form of art, expression and therapy. It helps me cope and it also makes me happy when other people can relate to it. Being in the health care field, gives me a better understanding of how important it is to let your mind relax and your thoughts flow. Poetry is my therapy.


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