Everything was great when I was young
Truth- it wasn't a definition of "perfect"
I had the best parents in the world
Truth- I saw them fight and separated a few times
Two older half brothers that were amazing
Truth- they didn't spend time with me
An older half sister and a little full blooded sister
Truth- I often wish that it was the other way around
A big house in a peaceful neighborhood
Truth- it was pretty lonely
A few houses away was my uncle's family
Truth- didn't knew them much back then
The children that live in the neighborhood were friendly
Truth- at least what I can tell when my little sister played with them
I was very creative
Truth- just like a two year old
School was the best
Truth- kept me from thinking about home
I had fun with my friends
Truth- at least when they acknowledge me
I love my childhood
Truth- because 'Truth' wasn't there to ruined the image
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This is what some people are like. Make sure that you can tell what is truth or not.
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Dry tears'poems
PoetryThis are poems that I try creating and there is a (most) likely chance that they suck. They can be confusing, sad or just plain stupid. It really just counts what mood I'm in, or what type of style that I want to make the poem. Warming: there is a...
