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I want to run.
                    I want to run to the sea.
               To the world of make believe.
                            I want to hide
                              in plain sight.
                  I want to hide from reality.
                      I want to find a world
                   Without pain and sorrow
                             I want to.....
                           Never mind.
                        My place is here.
                           It always will
                                     be.
This is my first attempt at writing poetry.
Why do we try so hard? Is it to be loved or cared for, we need it, we can't live without it, but the thing people don't understand is that we really don't have to try so hard, we just need to be us and remember we are all perfect the way we are
I always liked when it snowed
Because no matter how cold it was outside
I'd always have somewhere and someone
to keep me warm
And no matter how little I had
I'd always have something to give
And I'd wear a bow
Because the gift of family was enough
Why isn't it always like this
Clickety, clack, clickety,clack
Went the bright red shoes
Down the pavement to the right  and into a shop of blue
clickety, clack,clickety, clack
Said the bright red shoes, went to the mall and had it all, then traded the bright red shoes.
Don't hate me because you think I'm beautiful.
Don't hate me because everyone else does.
Don't hate me because you think I'm different.
Don't hate me for who I am.
Don't hate me because I am smart.
Don't hate me because I have friends who love me.
Don't hate me because of where I come from.
Don't hate me if you don't know who I am.
Don't hurt me to help yourself.
Don't hurt me for fun.
Don't hurt me for others.
Don't hurt me to be you.
I wonder what will become of me?
If I'll ever be what I want to be
Could I ever be looked up to?
I hurt when i heard you had passed, pain was all i knew when everyone in my life was crying, I heard the wind whistle the first morning i woke without you in my life. Crying was something i hadn't done yet, When my mother sat me down and told me you died, all i thought was this is a joke, When i finally cried i felt every feeling i had been suppressing and i finally  showed how much it truly hurt me to lose you.
True,Passionate
Holding,Caressing, Feeling
Love is for us
Trust.
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