Cry little child.
Let out your sorrow.
Even though your upset,
You'll stay for tomorrow.
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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.
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Cry little child.
Let out your sorrow.
Even though your upset,
You'll stay for tomorrow.
