They keep screaming.
Bickering about money and the world.
I wish they would just stop.
Maybe even think about the ears listening.
But no.
All they do is fight and yell at each other.
If you leave,
Stop.
Take me with you
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
