DisagreeA Poem by Nathalie Blanck
Honey, look at me and tell me what you see.
I see a teenager growing to the better. I know, I can't stand her, she's a nightmare, I have to dump her, she's everywhere. No, I kind of like her. But you have to understand me to, get rid of her. Okey, fine. Don't be like all the others, be yourself and nothing else matters. © 2012 Nathalie Blanck |
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