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So today I was told my poems weren't good.
Well that truly broke my heart.
I think that if i could, i would
Be good at writing from the start.
This person doesn't even know me
And they chose to shoot me down.
Well i don't know if im leaving
But I am close to the edge of town.
Words hurt, like sticks and stones
They shattered all my dreams
I think I've broken my amazing author bone
And my smile no longer gleams
I gave in to pressure from a peer
And they filled my heart with hate
I think I am going to dissapear
Good bye everyone. You were too late.

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LariElaine said...
Apr. 17, 2013 at 6:28 pm
it's a very sad poem, but you shouldn't let anyone tell you otherwise, plus i love the rythme, (and yes im a terrible speller), talk a look at my poems trust me, i have errors, and spelling mistakes, but dont give up!
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