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i'm just a kid.
' you're just a kid, you don't understand. '
i do understand,
i understand very clearly.
i'll never know who to choose to be my friends,
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the journal
i have always journaled,
ever since i was 6.
sure back then my entries were just doodles of my day,
but it still helped me convey my emotions.
i was at the shop with my mom,
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lunch table thoughts.
i sit at the lunch table with my few friends,
i have so many thoughts at this time,
i am silent.
i need new friends.
i think.
new friends that don't treat me like i'm dirt.
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Snufkin and Little My.
we stick together like Snufkin and Little My,
as the time passed by,
and you moved and i stayed,
we never unstuck.
when spring came back,
we would walk and talk all day,
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Monster boy and I
i befriended the monster today.
i didn't know that he was considered a monster,
most monsters are in storybooks,
they're big and hairy.
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Loves
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Most Likely
Most likely to
Trip
While sitting down
Most likely to
Speak
Without making a sound
Most likely to
Laugh
So nobody cries
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Inspo
Inspiration is a fickle thing.
It toys with my emotions.
Fool's spring,
it instills false confidence,
making me feel like I
could change the world,
sitting on my couch
in my flannel pants
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The night hound (Horror/Fantasy) (Will continue)
Chapter 1:
“Howl! Howl! Howl!” A green dog yowled. She was stalking her victim, a young man who was dying. She saw the spirit rise from his body as he passed away.
“Hello?” He called. “Is anyone there?”
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Dream
You look like a poem
I wrote at night
the stars are trapped inside
those eyes of yours
and I can't seem to look away
You look like a poem
I wrote at night
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Closure
She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls.
The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library.
To some, these are just rooms or furniture.
To her, they are everything.
