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this is a poem this poem is a poem i like to eat foam in my home
Childhood Innocence is not something That can be kept for forever Though sometimes the world steals it away Keeping us from personal endeavors.   Picture this, picture me;
Heels on Makeup done  Dress on  Picture posted    I'm here  Move out of the way  I'm gonna blow your mind  I'm gonna crush this tonight   Look out world Here I come 
You said I'll fail You said there's no way  You said I'd never make it  But guess what   I'm here  I've made it  I reached my goals  I'm on my way   
I am a  baby I enter the world and open my beautiful eyes to see the light Cute as a baby, oh that’s me Smiles from bundles of joy   Poof! I am a kid
Sometmes you're better off alone, Than to be with someone who isn't "home". They may feel like it when you're there, But hindsight is 20/20 in cleared air. Being alone isn't always being lonely, 
  Sadness reigned over her 3 years of pure sadness Nothing, she was nothing   With one moment with one word She is taken back
College can be fun But, paying for it is not. While everyone else is enjoying the warm sun, I am out trying to find and recreate antiques to put in our antique store to sell, it’s a long shot.
Our fingers grip halfway intertwined and lip to lip we hang between birds and moonshine  it's 3 am and we’re making out on a park bench.  it's 3 am, we're making out on a park bench 
Loving, caring, nice The best people in my life, Friends may come and go, Family is forever. Can't live without them, Cheer me up when I am blue, Scold me when I'm bad,
You know that really sad movie about the dying dog? How it makes you feel, Sad.  That’s how I feel a majority of the time.   Although the shell seems fine, does not mean the soul isn’t hurt.
The first time I was bullied I was in elementary school "freak," "weirdo," "loser," they would call me So I ran to the teacher, tears burning my eyes She told me to get over it
It's getting ridiculous just to look at your fuckin face. Without trying to face this case of my heart Sweet like some fuckin pop-tart I ate for Breakfast.
She laughs and loves 
 in third grade i was the weird girl with glasses freckled face  head hung low whispers of "she's weird" "why is she so quiet" i didn't know what self-hate was back then
sometimes, I like to walk out side and let my mind become heavy with pictures of this never ending setting. things get a little foggy, when I can't seem to absorb that one day this won't exsit any more.
We are trapped,  We are lost,  We need to get out,  But we do not know where we are, We are slaves to the rich,  Lets get on the piss,  Lets charge the gates of gold, Lets break te chains,
When I write a poem I do it for myself I do it for a girl or a boy that lives across the world I do it for my sister I do it for my brothers But mostly, like I said, I do it for myself
  I have decided to take the leap and go off to college. Leaving behind my family, town, and friends of my current knowledge.   While off I will be free to explore, To discover the world once hidden beind closed doors.
She acts before she thinks He thinks before he acts but neither one had ever thought that they'd be the perfect match 
Bird, Alien? Conspiracy, UFO? Human?! How long have humans been up there? Just over a hundred years and its how safe? The safest, you say? I want to do that.    
Looking at all this beauty in the world, how can one say that there wasn't a Creator? The way the animals interact, The beauty with which the leaves change, the snow falls, or the sun shines.
"I'm hopeless."That's what I thought of when I satMy heart was pounding and I lost all my sensesI didn't know where to startWhat was breaking my heart
Lost. Hopeless. Tear filled eyes Gaze                 Upon the scene. The horror.   What mad game has the artist played? Conjuring up dark roots, Faded memories,
I walk slowly to my old closet. Dust bunnies colliding slowly with the intricate designs around the thing that held one of the deepest door to the soul.What does my Reflection hold?Who is on the other side?
 I'm technically single, yet my heart is taken. 
Remember our finger painting years You and me, You and I Friends... Sharing snacks and having slumbers PJ's and blankets Talking and sharing stories Remember that?
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