Obviously my name is Mallory. I am 15, agnostic, and a writter. I don't think myself very well at writting however I get compliments frequently. My poems range from various subjects and themes. From jokes, to very serious morals I've learned.
Bottling up my emotions every single day,
Feeling so numb, that I don't feel real.
Rehursing and praciting the things I would say.
While living dead inside it's hard to deal.
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There is a meaning to the way of my words,
Just listen and for once he'll be heard,
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