Secrets are hard to keep;
Understanding them gives me the creep.
I understand my life and my mistakes,
Can see which ones are real ones and which ones are fakes.
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Happy, Little Boy
There used to be this happy little boy.
He wanted to make everybody proud like a hound.
One day, he disappointed someone he loved,
And this happy little boy was never found.
let's see...this is going to be difficult... i can't exactly say that you're a blooming writer, no offense, cuz then i'd be lying. i can't exatly say that there isn't anything you can do about it though...keep writing and you'll get better at it...a promise of the copycat *, *