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Broken Wings

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'For someone so small you're pretty strong.
For someone so brave you're pretty shy.
For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.'
For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poetry but it's not exactly not poetry. Check it out. Leave comments. Show your friends. I don't mind as long as I get credit.
Please don't take my work and claim it. That's just rude.

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If you liked Seams and Stitching check this out.
THIS IS NOT POETRY. It is like it, yes. But not poetry. Still check it out though. Don't forget to vote and please don't steal my work.
Thanks!

Updated on 10/12/17

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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.

broken wings by 1just2for3you

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