Tami Cameron

Tami Cameron

My name is Tami and I am 18 years old. I started writing poetry in the 7th grade. I really enjoy it, although I don't think I'm really good at it. This is just a place where I can keep my poems. I don't really care on feedback or anything. My poems are for me, mainly

My name is Tami and I am 18 years old. I started writing poetry in the 7th grade. I really enjoy it, although I don't think I'm really good at it. This is just a place where I can keep my poems. I don't really care on feedback or anything. My poems are for me, mainly

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