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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓 - 𝐄𝐍𝐃
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Writing her poem for her high school english class made her feel like a professional poet.
Lacy had a way with words, she was always getting the highest grade in english, which she found weird as she wasn't too good at any other of her subjects.
She had always worn this endearing smile on her face as she wrote, knowing that this was so easy for her, to spill emotions on a page while making up a whole new story, not showing that the emotions had actually been hers.
Today's poem had been about life, specifically the cycle of it.
When babies were born, they had skin like puff pastry, and they would grow up to find out that the earth was like one of the sides of hell. Some would be angels, eyes white as daisies, and ribbons decorating their hair.
Whereas some others wouldn't be as lucky to be made out of angel dust, having their stomach all in knots just from seeing these angels, feeling like they were out to get them, having jealous eyes and a rotten mind.
And in the end, everyone experienced life differently.
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𝐂 𝐑 𝐄 𝐃 𝐈 𝐓 𝐒 - xmyaaaxx
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