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“you never know how strong you are... until being strong is the only choice you have.”
― Cayla Mills

My neighborhood...

This is a poem I wrote after having a relationship with a girl mostly on the phone. We were forced apart by circumstance and subsisted mostly by phone calls. Eventually the strain was too much; we got into a fight and broke up. I hope you enjoy the fruits of our struggle.

...and vote it up!

Emotions can run cold and hot. A constant battle between ourselves and the world around us. The fluidity of life can go placid at times and it can be hard to get back on track.

I have taken my imagination and my emotions, put them in a blender, and added a dash of humour. I hope your senses enjoy the ride!