Poems from LillianMills

Growing up is getting old with heartache and storms Going through these years in most ways i've become cold   Once numb to sensations  my...
i miss what i'm missing out on i miss what i can't have i miss my life   i miss people that can't be brought back  i miss their words i...
Sometimes I look to the future  and I see the me I hope to be. Lately as I peek I see you because I want you to be so much, and I know you...
Some things in life aren't fair like wealth, status, and company I find myself lately feeling bare  as if none of it matters as if all this...
Inspiration stems from one's own heart their own passions reflected  in another kind of art because we selfish creatures like to be known...

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