Zea Pakula Poems

Oh the sweet bliss,
The bliss of being an independent once again.
No one else to care for,
No one else to worry about.
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The lonely boy,
He sits alone,
No one to talk to,
His life seems like nothing.
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Why is this happening to her?
Her thoughts have only gotten worse.
It’s been 2 days since the event that has changed her whole way of thinking.
It’s true to her I guess,
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