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Any minute now,  I will be called to give back my instrument that has served me for four years, I’ve been counting down the days until I’d return,
Like a small seed beginning to sprout from the soil A story of many chapters begins The plot of a life's story cannot spoil As the small, naive child widely grins  
So covered in wounds I became one  to all that I loved, to all that I knew. A very vicious cycle of abuse.   It felt like I was walking in my sleep
This girl This girl did not grow up alone She lived in a home With 5 girls and one boy And a mom and dad who was like a stone  This girl This girl has a heartA heart that beats for music and fashion An everlasting passion that she thought could ne
The day I almost took a life. It was July 27th around 7:30 p.m. It was a very rainy night My boyfriend and I were coming back from a Chase bank.
O beauty, stain my childhood. Violate my young mind with the unobtainable feats that no girl can reach, yet she will always die trying. In youth, I never knew My features are carried from
I feel so much better Better than before, The hate I endured Surely had no cure, The way I looked The way I spoke, No one knows The pain I took, Amongst other things A financial burden,
I woke up to the feeling of my feet touching the baseboard A feeling that I'd often ignored.  But this time it felt different.    I strode over to my closet grabbing my favorite shirt. 
I am not a pink bloom With its free-spirited nature Nor am I the alluring red I am a white rose   Many have made attempts To inject me with dye And while it took for a while
You guessed it I miss it I miss wanting to grow up so bad  that I forget being grown up sucks I’m better smarter  harder But I could use a playground.     
The Young Sapling By: Madison Winchell   The young sapling, small and frail Is suffocated by the roots of mature trees.
You begin to understand the flow a little more as you go  This much I know. Never here nor there, It’s ethereal All around us, in the air.   It’s all around you  There’s no denying it   
Here is your flower, you only get one You’ll come to see its precious by the time I am done It is something many will try to take, but your grip you cannot break
She looked at me and sighed. I brace myself, for I know The edge of a temper always wins.   “You know this hurts It hurts It hurts
Growing up seems so tough 
Social media news a trend has come a new  ten years, how time flew baby faced had no clue what I was getting into the world was my playground, the sky was blue. 
Money doesn’t grow on trees Which was clearly hard for me to see I’d ask my mom to buy for me
There you are once again lying on the floor motionless  I hear the echos of my younger sister from the bedroom sobbing  You are drunk once again and therefore, i must step up on my own two feet 
One day you're at in high school living at home all with a huge smile The next day you're out in the world thinking the cluelessness will only last a while You have no idea what it is you'd like to do or who you want to be
Society seems to think it necessary But what is this garment? Mother says I have become a woman My childhood is under bombardment.
It's been years now but, the words still hurt like it was yesterday.  I am grown now but, why do I still feel this childish hurt everday. I say im happy but, I still find myself in the back of the room or comfortable only in the shadows.
Speaking to a co-worker,Casual words,Taxes?That's something for adults,Something to complain about at dinner parties,But I have been working,Every day and every night,My taxes are due.A long night filled,Complicated forms,Confusion, andChecks.At t
Speaking to a co-worker,Casual words,Taxes?That's something for adults,Something to complain about at dinner parties,But I have been working,Every day and every night,My taxes are due.A long night filled,Complicated forms,Confusion, andChecks.At t
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;
Everything comes to an end Something you have to get used to  Something that we can’t stop 
These changes keep coming life is not the same as is once used to be back when I ran and played.   Now I've got chores to do and I have to decide what career to pursue
1,2,3 hey little Bri  Everything has changed  It's not how it used to be  from a shy little girl  curled up in her head  to a full grown women lying in her bed  thinking of her dreams
I'm crying in the closet Over a girl How Ironic  That now is the moment  That I want my mother most. I was shaking on the ground When I started to stop, I raised my head up
they say that young snakes are much more dangerous than adult ones this being because they are so young they haven’t learned how to control how much venom they release when they bite maybe that’s why young love is so potent
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