In A Nutshell
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Category : Poems
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The ties that bind,made me blind,that played with my mind,I now decline.The reflection in the mirror,of someone I hold dear,is full of smiles and laughter,with eyes shining clear.The darkness that crept in,no longer puts my tail in a spin,because I knew I would win,against that virus within.Perfect,I will never be,but imperfectly perfect,that is me.
