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Little bits of you

LETTURE 77
Voti 11
Parti 7
Tempo 5m

LETTURE 77
Voti 11
Parti 7
Tempo 5m

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A little insight on what i feel about you.
A little part of what i feel towards you.
A little hope for a stupid and oblivious being.
A lot of questions that's just simply pain in the a**.
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Welcome to my day to day bipolar, unease feelings-thoughts-type-thing about guys, life, friends, and a guy who may or may not be the same from time to time.
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WARNING: I do not write poems on daily basis, so forgive me if it sounds less of a poem but more of a narrative text. If any of you do have an advice on how to make my poems/writing better then please message me or comment, it will be much appreciated. Thanks.Tutti i diritti riservati

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Thoughts of a Juvenile

Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.