Through my window I look outside.
I can see the trees blow in the wind.
The bright blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds.
The birds fly in the sky and the bees dart around.
Much like the outside of me so colorful and amazing.
Inside my room it is dark and humid.
So suffocating as I sit inside.
There is not life moving around.
Just the constant reminders of things passed by.
Much like how I am on the inside dark and depressing.
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Hope that this poem makes sense to all of you.
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it made sense to me
and ive felt like that at one point or another
well done sweety
luv dani
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good write
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Well Will just as you can peer outside and see all that is bright and lovely outside you need to get yourself moving and go outside to enjoy it rather than staying hold up in your room admiring it from afar. You ask if we understand this poem but I wonder dear friend do you? Look at this write and take a good long hard look at it. And you end it much how you are on the inside. You need to stop just looking at the world and start living in it dear friend.
I love you! This poem is more profound than you even know.
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wow bro.
i like this and i can relate to this very well.
love you!
Kel.
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this is new...
i love how you pieced it together btw
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