My Poetry
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Thankyou Mr. Patterson, I’ve been out to your beloved west,
Been out as far as Isa, and I’ve seen her at her best,
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I know if my heart was really
Broken I would be dead
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if wanting to look like Angelina
No need to get an operation
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On the run again
No time to pack bags
My Stories
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Sometimes the world is so peaceful; there is always someone there to pick you up. Every time you slip there is the comfort of your parents,
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Sitting by the window staring out into the world, I see my reflection asking myself “Where is the pit?” With problems spinning in circles a
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