I always sit with my headphones on.
Yet rarely are my ears graced with song.
I wear them for no reason, to the naked eye.
Though, in fact, I keep them on to muffle out the world and it's lies.
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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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I always sit with my headphones on.
Yet rarely are my ears graced with song.
I wear them for no reason, to the naked eye.
Though, in fact, I keep them on to muffle out the world and it's lies.
