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I love your crooked smile.And the way you laugh.And the way you randomly break into song.And the way you tap dance down the hallway.And your eyes are ..
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I'm young, dumb, and in love, so I wrote this for my boyfriend.
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When I was a child, my active, young mind invented a monster. His name was Yellow Eyes and he lived in the kitchen cupboard.I was completely terrified..
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I realized something the other day;we have become the kids our mothers used to warn us about.We sit in our darkened bedrooms, trying to drink ourselve..
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This is about one of my nearest and dearest friends. She truly means the world to me.
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Somehow, I manage to always slip into the background.Everywhere I go, become part of the scenery.This allows me to just sit back and observeall of tho..
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One day, my grouchy next-door neighbor told me that she hates teenagers. (I just so happen to be one of those) I didn't have the courage to say this t..
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1. No, he probably doesn't love you back.2. Live your life in fear, and you'll never truly live.3. Their opinion doesn't matter... not in the long run..
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I'm so tired of being told that I can't wear bright patterns and colors because of my size.Society tells me to love my body and then cringes at the si..
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Yet another poem about beauty
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