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Mood

Mood

Struggles on the daily, keeping your head above water 
Not winning at getting it together, bills on the quarter
Smiles and nodding along because you don’t have it bad
Be greatful for what you have, true words Mum and Dad

Is it bad to not be happy when you have little worries 
Not sure what rhymes with the previous word other than the store, Curry’s Does it really matter ? I am beginning to doubt 
Feel like a stupid dummy unable to shout

Want to say a lot but got absolutely nothing to say 
Want to save the world but how can I if I’m not ok 
So I will just sit here scribbling my mess
Out of trouble and will keep doing my best

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The fish of the sea

You are doing more than your best Dominique. You are a fantastic and well versed poet! Although I dont always comment, I always read your work and it inspires me to keep writing myself. So if you think your work is mess, then it's the best mess and nothing less! Enjoyed this one a lot. Fantastic poetry 

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Dominique Ryan

Thankyou so so much fish you literally make me smile with your lovely kind words thankyou from the bottom of my heart đź’śđź’śđź’śđź’ś

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Gwendoline

We all have those moments and question ourself worth. But your words are worth so much. Never stop scribbling. Every Scribble could turn into something that helps another. 

what you write will be important to someone đź’›

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