Vintage Bars

Vintage Bars

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Hey Guys!!!!! SOOOOO If you guys don't know me.... I have been here for a while and said i would one day write a story or do something on Wattpad. Well, that day has come. I don't have a talent for writing stories but i have been told time and time again that i write good poems. i don't know if it is true but who cares. So, this book is going to be all the poems i write threw high school. I am part of a creative writing club so this has been going for a while. Each week i will try and make a new poem but, the hard part is finding the right topic. I would love it if some people could give me ideas for poems i i would try and come up with something. hope you guys enjoy them!!!! P.S: Please respect that these are my poems. Don't ever claim them as yours. If you ever want to use these poems for anything, give me credit at least or don't call them yours, Please!!! I worked hard on them and still am!!! Thanks, PEACE OUT!!!!!!!!!! ~Girlpower100~
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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

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