Not much to say, I write mostly about love. "Love Poems" Not that too many people want to hear love poems these days, at least not in the style I use. It seems I've been rejected by just about every site I've submitted to. But that's ok. I am the second of seven. We grew up very poor. and my father was a violent alcoholic who would beat my mother. I saw things I shouldn't have and grew up fast. All of it made me very sensitive, and empathetic. I feel way more than I'd like. I don't know where the years went, one day I'm 22 and struggling to survive. The next I'm 52 and still doing the same thing.
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4 january 2025
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3 january 2025
Każde wspomnienie jest jakEva T.
2 january 2025
Każda rzecz nocą nabieraEva T.
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Happy New Year!Eva T.
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30 december 2024
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30 december 2024
(...) jeżeli będziemy sięEva T.