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a poem about me this is what i need to say but havent had the chance

its a game stay alive i call it its racing aginest time working to make it big but time going tick tock to bad thats not the game or time ..

i ment him i dont know him i dont know what he looks like i bet he has brown eyes i bet he likespoetry i bet he likes talking to me hes my ..

growing up thats all they talk about at a young age things scare you you fear the little things but noone cares they say its time to grow ..

we never met in person but we are close your the only person who understand me you make me feel special, excepted im so proud to have met..

sorry family i had no choice cant you see your religion wasnt me i didnt belong i was out of place' momma cant you see i know your proud d..

now that your gone i have nothing you said wed always be together forever didnt know forever was gone i thought we had forever so i never said..

hes a ghost in my familys history locked away in there hearts i only found out not long ago just about you my brother before me before m..

to realize a dream is to look behind the soul to reach where no man has reached before to believe in more to crave more then what you have to f..

her name is india in south asia she lays home to many her name is india arranged marriages hindi they speak her name is india deep saffron..