I'm still struggling like an innocent child, I'm still talking like an innocent child
I'm still wondering like the person I am
I'm trying to get rid of the lies I hear converting them to something I can understand
If I'm a child I must be foolish,
Because with one hit I'm out and there's not getting back up
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I also wrote this in seventh grade, almost eight, I texted it to my sister and I left it on my phone, but the thing is, my phones sim card was locked and the poem was never finished, and I don't remember the rest of it, the poem was just in a story i wrote one year, the chapter was called Strange Fantasy and it began like this
Raining again. Not much to do on a day like this. I still remember the fire, the killing. Noe I feel so alone, no one can help me now.
DUN DUN DUN! the story was about a girl named Nori Sirka who had to write a story for an assignment and everything in the story started coming to life, like the characters, and all. If I find it I'll let you read it ^-^
Please tell me what you think
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that's really interesting. i'd like to see the story
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I'm still wondering like the person I am
I appreciate this statement.
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^-^ this was something I wrote while watching tv...don't know what i was watching, probably some cartoon... ^^ Cool...you appreciate it. and once again I realize I have a spelling mistake that people don't point out ._.
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awesome write. id like to heck out the story if you find it.
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This is really good just a short poem, with so much mystery yet a satisfying ending that doesn't tell you anythingGREATY job
diggin it majorly
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