i have been writting poems just for the past 2 years so im not very good at it and i just write what i am thinking pretty much.
your gone
how could you
how could you just leave us
your own kids
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this thought haunts me everyday
every moment of the day
non stop
its al; ways there
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fat or thin, balck or white, small or tall, broke or rich, who cares. stop judging. no ones perfect, yea no one...that includes you. god created everyone differnt because no one would be unique otherwise. in someway were all sane. treet people the way you want to be treated, its only fair. theres reasons for everything so find a variety of friends who are completly differnt from eachother. who cares about looks or race. stop judging and think first.
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