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#1

Idk is this is a poem or a saying or something, but: Your neck isn't is a coat, don't hang it. Your wrist isn't paper, don't cut it. Your heart isn't a door, don't lock it. Your life isn't a movie- don't end it.

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    #2

    I am me I am a she. You are you, you work with a crew. I love to sing, It brings a smile to others face. You love to draw you make people go awwwwwwww. I love pigs but we cant get one because their quite to big. You love dogs, you also like frogs I am young I love being sprung in mid-air You are old, and have lived a harsh and cold life. We are human, some bloom in. We make our world fake. We kill our creatures and make puppy mills. We are selfish, and scar our planet. We can probably never fix it because who knows if we are clever. Anyway thats one of my kinda bad poems. P.S i have about 50 poems written bout 10 are 5 pages long.

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    #3

    Roses are red violets are blue outside im smiling inside im crying ~~~~~~~~~ or there's sum i wrote. its not a poem but its a song i wrote for my bsf.. Hope y'all like it :D Its called "try" Do i start with im sorry Or do i walk away and cry I don't know what to do so im gonna try, try, try I'm sorry you’re broken Im sorry i hurt you I didn't mean for this to happen But now look at me and you We’re both hurting inside We both are gonna cry tonight We care about others And we get hurt if we’re kind I trusted people But they took advantage I broke your heart And they left me in pieces Do i start with im sorry Or do i walk away and cry I don't know what to do so im gonna try, try, try I hate the way we ended things I know you hate me But i'm gonna swing So please listen to me… I'm sorry you’re broken Im sorry i hurt you I didn't mean for this to happen but now look at me and you You’re perfect You’re all i have You made me happy But now i'm just sad Do i start with im sorry Or do i walk away and cry I don't know what to do so I'm gonna try, try, try...

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    #4

    The dust pink flower woven from blue and orange has grown forgotten. haiku written by me :>

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    #5

    Excerpt from Rilke's First Duino Elegy (it's very long): Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic Orders? And even if one were to suddenly take me to its heart, I would vanish into its stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear, and we revere it so, because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every Angel is terror.

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    #6

    Invictus Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul.

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    #7

    I made dis in gr 3 My turtle Fred He is not dead He sleeps in his shell And when he does die I guess he will smell

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    Doggo
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    4 years ago Created by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

    isnt that from a diary of a wimpy kid book?

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