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This is my poem you don't know you don't know my favorite color you don't know my favorite person you don't know my favorite song you don't know why i am the way i am you don't know that i cry myself to sleep at night you don't know what i want to be when i grow up you don't know my hopes or dreams you don't know I'm a demiboy you don't know I'm pansexual you don't know that i hate myself you don't know how much I'm struggling to stay alive if you don't get to know you kids you might lose them all the way
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oh.. this is good. very nice job <3
@kristen000021 wrote:
oh.. this is good. very nice job <3
i like this, shows that people dont really know as much as they think they do.
i am sorry you feel this way. you deserve to be heard
@mwahnogirl wrote:
i like this, shows that people dont really know as much as they think they do.
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ur a good writer frrr
@northlegacyking wrote:
i am sorry you feel this way. you deserve to be heard
@raye14 wrote:
@northlegacyking wrote:
i am sorry you feel this way. you deserve to be heard
@kristen000021 wrote:
ur a good writer frrr
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