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  To Tell

  

  By Sacrifice, Fostoria, IA

  To tell would be too simple To tell would be too hard. To tell would soften me up inside, To tell would make me hard. I’m too weak, I’m too strong, I don’t need what you can givee. I’ve lived life on my own and I’m not gonna givee in. But… To tell might make it better, If I...
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  I Wear a Mask

  

  By Sacrifice, Fostoria, IA

  I wear a mask, Day in, day out. Soaked in smiles, Molded with glee, My mask is crazy, Confident and beautiful. She knows no fear. But what of her, Beneath the mask? Who is she? No one knows her, No one seems to care. Her face is soaked in tears, Molded with sorrow. Polar opposites, My...
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  The Future

  

  By Sacrifice, Fostoria, IA

  The future is intimidating. We never know what we are going to do Who we are going to be Where we are going to end up. The future remains a blank An empty sheet An open canvas. We must fill it. Words Thoughts Emotions Actions. I dream Plan Think Write About the future But I...
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  Something Different

  

  By Sacrifice, Fostoria, IA

  There's something different between us, not quite like we used to be at all. The way you talk, there's something wrong. You hold my hand, proclaim love, but the innocence is gone. I miss the notes you used to give me, the way you caused my heart to beat, the soft "good-...
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  The Power of a Smile

  

  By Sacrifice, Fostoria, IA

  Sweet innocence. Sweet happy bliss. The bliss of an angel’s kiss, Soft upon her young cheek. The kiss that raises The rosy sheen on her face. The young girl smiles And the world lights up. Oh, the power of her smile! She is like the sun, Brightening the lives Of those who see her. ...
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  Ode to Writer's Block

  

  By Sacrifice, Fostoria, IA

  My mind struggles, Fighting to weave The words That will express The feelings Waging war in My head. My pencil stings Words together, Incoherent, Meaningless and futile, Yet refusing to Cease the resistance And surrender to The drought Of inspiration Stifling my creativity....