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This was an 8th grade English class asignment...so it's not that good.
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The poem of my life
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They don't understand,
That I am getting older,
That I am growing up,
That I need the freedom,
To do what I want.
Their love is suficating me,
..
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We are toxic,
You and I.
One sip
From this bottle,
and we may die.
We spell out danger,
When put together.
If we
Are set free,
Who knows ..
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