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I write my poetry because I met the guy of my dreams and we had a poetry contest. We were friends untill he decided that I wasn't good enough. I grieve by writing poetry. Please take the time to vote for it. Thank you. |
For all that I am, and all that I am not, I am me...
I figured I saw my very first love,
but his spirit was trapped, like a helpless dove...
A Niche in society believes that we have demanded...
and impossiple plan made possible, judged by other...
A tear supplies every moment of love, from the...
to the kneal for eternal sunshine, or even a...
I was blinded by my own heart, seeing my true love...
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My 8th grade History teacher tought me many things. The one thing that sticks out the most is this, "War is nothing but killing people and breaking things." |
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When life seams to be ready to fall into firey hell, let your mind escape, and think about all of the people who love you, for you will find that the list is longer than you thought. |
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Love yourself. You are beautiful. |