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HumanToday, I will be brave. / I will admit to the fact that I still haven't found that happiness I've been searching for. / It could be the fact that I haven't looked hard enough, or maybe I've just been looking too hard.
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The Wilting WallflowerLet me tell you a story about a busy steet in a busy city in a busy country in a busy world. / Somewhere near the end of this busy street in a busy city in a busy country in a busy world, there was a flowershop. / It was a lovely old place; an elegant building surrounded by beautiful gardens with daisies and daffodils and roses. It had bird baths where the cheery cardinals and bluejays stopped by for an afternoon splash, and even a sprinkler for the young children to run around in while their mommy's and daddy's were picking out pretty flowers.
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Stinky Feet*"It gets better" / Constant mutterings of the same old saying / "I offer my condolences"
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Not meant to beIt's four o'clock in the morning and I should be far away from this bed / in the land of dreams where anything can happen / Yet I still lay here, replaying your words in my head over and over again
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Guardian*i.* / Here's to you, pretty girl. / It's been quite a while since I've seen you smile but every single time that you do, just know that it brightens my day in a way that you could never understand. And I know that the hand you've been dealt with has at times made you felt like the whole world was against you, but darling, that's not true.
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Words Aren't EnoughIt seems that every time / I'm with you, / I feel inspired.
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PunchThere are two types / of punches / in this world
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Four Letter Word*Love is but a four letter word* / *flowing off the tip of my tongue* / *in just one syllable*
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At this momentEvery minute, / twitter receives ninety eight / thousand tweets
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From one poet to another*Dear Poet, / I do not know you; yet I know exactly who you are. / I do not know your name; I know the verbs and the adjectives and the metaphors that can sprout in your mind like a flower ready to bloom at two o'clock in the morning. You're afraid, I know. You're afraid to open up to another person because you've been let down time and time again. You find it hard to trust people. No one knows how you feel except for that precious notepad and your favourite pen. Replace the paintbrush with a pencil and the canvas with some paper, and darling, you are an artist. Your world is coloured through the scribbled words in the margins of your study sheets, and the inspiration you get when you discover something amazing. The inspiration to write. To write about what's good in this world, to write about what's bad, about what makes you happy and what makes you sad.
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