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she was 12,
of course no one believed her.
she was 12,
of course she was blamed.
she was 12,
of course she thinks its her fault.
she was 12,
of course they laughed at her when she opened up about it.
she was 12,
of course she thought it was love.
she was 12,
of course it was the clothes.
she was 12,
of course she couldn't press charges.
she was 12,
of course it still haunts her.
she was 12,
of course she's disgusted by her self.
she was 12,
of course she wasn't taken seriously.
she was 12.
a ;
a .
a ?
some - – —
an ‘
some ( )
a ,
an _
a few ‘ ’ " "
the rare *
the gaping ...
some [ ]
some { }
some !!!
and a healthy :

there you go,
you can write a poem now.
Ugh
Flash cards
Headaches
Studying for hours
Trying so hard
Just to be heard

Trying to make friends
Trying to be social
So difficult when your not normal
The things you have to tell yourself
To keep yourself together
"It's okay
Your okay
Everything's okay"
All lies

Concerned looks from your mother
As you say that yes, today was the same
You can tell she's trying not to cry
Guilty

Procrastination
Lack of motivation
Working so hard for this presentation
And for everything else
Even when it all gets deleted in my head immediately after

The crowded hallways
You can barely squeeze your way through
They're so loud
And full of people
Most yelling
Some banging on lockers
Jammed
Like my head

Painted spirals on the wall
Not as real as mine
Random
I want my writing
To be profound
A work of art you just
Want to hang on your wall
And when you look at it
Day in and out
The words will seep
Back through your skin
And melt in your heart
And suddenly, you feel
Like someone you've never met
Knows you better than
Your closest companions
And somehow that's okay
Because now you know
You've never been alone.
I've finished the first draft of my novel. What I want most is to make an impact on those who read it and to know that my words matter.
F-
you didnt notice i was crying
even though i was right in front of you
that or you didnt care
either way its safe to say
you failed as a mother
How am i supposed to like you
After what you did to me?
Children have memories too,
Father
Guys im sorry i dissapeared for like a week i was at my father's house
#sa
When some think of falling
They can't help but think of flying

And when some think of flying
They can't help but think of falling
Sorry I didn't have to time to be on HP yesterday! I might not have much today either but I'll try my best.


This poem was inspired by a line in the book "Reached" in the series "Matched".


(This note was written by the person that had one cat. I feel like everyone that has a cat has more than that. Me too.)
When it rains
Little branches get wet
And droplets form on them
Not falling
Just waiting to drop
Some want it
Want to fall to this puddle from which there is no return
And some love it up there

They will drop though
That's for sure

Will they be shaken accidentally by a girl taking a walk?
Will the water build up so much
And they aren't strong enough?
Will they evaporate?

They will all fall
Eventually

Is that comforting?
Sad?
Is it crazy?
I was the ******* the walk today, it was freezing and raining but it was great. As I type this my hands barely work :)

(This note was written by the branch that is a side character in this poem. He was hoping this was his time and wondering who will write for him a poem where he is the star)
!yeH
!meop ym s'tahT
,krow ym s'tahT
.ti elots uoy timda tsael tA
Again with the weird. It's fun that way.
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