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Nov 2018
Hearing sirens and sad music,
The worlds gone and I'm acoustic,
I live for the amusement,
Of getting picked then I refuse it,
Cause I'm the master of my own domain,
Cause I chose to ride on this ****** up train,
Which puts all of these messed up thoughts in my brain,
For you it's called life, for me it's called fame.
I wrote this poem in 8th grade. Surprised me that I've been writing poetry for four years now. I thought I knew it all and boy was I wrong.
Written by
Sketcher  17/M/Seattle, Washington
(17/M/Seattle, Washington)   
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