Ayva Bennett Poems

1:
I hate you, in the middle of my story you hit me in the face. It feels like a brick wall blocking my only way out.

Why do you do this to me? I've wanted to be a writer since I was little and you just make this difficult. Now come on let me carry on with my story and stop getting in my way. I've learned in my little life how to become better but its hard to become better when you won't even let me try!
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