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Ummm... I write poems that's my life I can't go one day without expressing myself through my lines.
Her father and mother despised him. He was an outcast and wasn’t worth a second look. It wasn’t fair and they didn’t care. The boy was banned from her house and from on the phone, they even took her out of school.
Would you want this broadcasted on someone else's TV screen,
Troubled life of the social drama queen.
Things and stories left to dwell
of how that perfect butterfly fell,
I'm from a place where the cool breeze blows.
Where we sit on the porch on watch the kids play in the street.
From where we used to hide when grandma got mad.
Or where we wept when we lost grandpa.
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