Sunflower
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Concluida sáb, sep 8, 2018<5 mins
Hey, there! (: I'm a sixteen years old, Bibliophile living in a world of mine.
This is a poem I composed with my heart and pain. There are three parts to it. I got inspired by some movies, books and authors (Including Wonder and Sierra Burgess is a loser) and I decided to write my struggle and experience in life. I hope some of you can relate to this and learn from it. This is a special piece I wrote for all the humans who are judged by their covers. "You don't have to be a rose when you're a sunflower." - Eman Fatima.
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