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A Writer's Parking Lot

A website to showcase the writings of John Valett

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    • Blood
    • The Ghosts We Become
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    • French Polynesia
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    • Australia
      • Oceans to Outback
      • Tasmania
  • Poetry
    • August Haze
    • Creation/Destruction
    • Wanderer
    • Entitled
    • Alone in the Night
    • Deep Breath
    • At Least You Have Your Dollar
  • Inner Musings
    • Approaches to Cat Herding
    • The Trees in My Front Yard

Identity

I am a construct of society’s perception
Doomed to be what everyone assumes I should be
Entombed in an idea from what others think
Never to break free, but always trying
Torn by who I am, and who I should be
I live along the line
To others, I will only be what they see
Yet no matter what, I am still me

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