Sometimes I wish they could see the real me,
Know when I'm lying,
And give me a hug,
That rocks back and forth,
With her lines repeating It's alright,
I knew I wasn't,
I just kept quiet,
Up until they ended up meeting the real me.
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Short Poems [Book #1]
PoetryDuring the making of these poems, I went through different types of writing so some may suck, some may be deep, and some may be good, it all depends on you. My poetry DOES NOT focus on my life, I just enjoy writing dark things about OC's and stuff. ...
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