Hey is this poem good. It's for my English class. Scars are like clothes Like dirty clothes Pilling up around your room They don’t go It’s like a bomb went boom But when you finally wash them And put them away The stink will stay Even though the cuts heal You’ll still have scars They are just as real Covering up the smell with Febreeze Or pulling down your sleeves It doesn’t change peoples stare It doesn’t change that they are still there
ahhhhhh no cap u should make that a song
oh wow thank you
yea i make songs........maybe you could hmu one day
Ok I have to admit I like this a lot, pretty good
oh... uh probably not but thx
"They are just as real Covering up the smell with Febreeze" i like that
Cool :)
dope good job :creepysmile:
ok thx guys i just wanted to check
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