14/03/18 Eleven
Happiness is like the tide.
It can change.
Go up and all the way down.
Thrive with life or
Fill up with hard, plastic lies.
And although it may be sad sometimes,
A beautiful creature will come,
And make it bright once again.
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The Scorpion and the Toad
PoetryA series of poems written by a teenage girl who loves to be alone but hates to be lonely.
