I maybe only twelve but I can still type pretty good poems. My sister Kelsie said my poems aren't that great but she doesn't have a clue how many poems I did in a whole month. Last month I did 20 poems in ten days.Now if only she could see them all.
Some one is hiding her depression
She smiles and shows good impressions
Never does she show her depression
And to fake good impressions
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She hides herself behind a wall
Somewhere she can not fall
The floor goes out
She falls down but no one knows
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Love kills slowly
It doesn’t matter where you go
Love is all around us
But little do we know
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