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 Jul 2019 Sam
Gemmawrites
The saddest thing is I remember
How you use to look at me.
All the beautiful things you use to
Say to me to make smile.
The little believe in your self notes
In my lunch box.
I cry everytime I see you because
I am just a stranger.
My grandad was my inspiration just like
My mum he in couraged me to write poems
The sad part is he is losing his memory now
 Jul 2019 Sam
Caleb John
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 Jul 2019 Sam
Caleb John
I'm so tired of the search

I wish some days I would just stand still like a solid birch

I hate trying to find joy in worthlessness

I keep looking around what stands right in front of me

I'm always searching in all the wrong places

Today I'm going to search for my peace, joy and rest, not in trivial things

Not in the sand

But in the ocean of wonder

— The End —