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My life is a book That's written in chapters Yet it seems Nothing but disasters Family hate And mental problems What a great way To make a book blossom Yet nothing seems Like its going right Everyday A mental fight To get up Or to lie back down That is a question That makes me frown For I know the answer All too well Though it causes Me to dwell Upon the thoughts I have in the night They cause Nothing but fright Yet chapters are filled With fear and terror My life just seems Like one big error Nothing goes well Nothing will For I deserve nothing I have no skill No talent or care For what I do Because I know It'll be nothing new Just old and boring Full of pain That I try Very hard to maintain I'm not too good At keeping my book Put together It leaves me shook It looks so old The book I wrote Of all my pain So I will not gloat So goodbye my friends My family For there's nothing else That I can be A bad poet A horrid artist Someone that lacks Any smartness So read my book Though you'll hate it Halfway through You'll probably quit
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
My Special Book
My life is a book That's written in chapters Yet it seems Nothing but disasters Family hate And mental problems What a great way To make a book blossom Yet nothing seems Like its going right Everyday A mental fight To get up Or to lie back down That is a question That makes me frown For I know the answer All too well Though it causes Me to dwell Upon the thoughts I have in the night They cause Nothing but fright Yet chapters are filled With fear and terror My life just seems Like one big error Nothing goes well Nothing will For I deserve nothing I have no skill No talent or care For what I do Because I know It'll be nothing new Just old and boring Full of pain That I try Very hard to maintain I'm not too good At keeping my book Put together It leaves me shook It looks so old The book I wrote Of all my pain So I will not gloat So goodbye my friends My family For there's nothing else That I can be A bad poet A horrid artist Someone that lacks Any smartness So read my book Though you'll hate it Halfway through You'll probably quit
EliLee
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
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