My name is Emma. One day I was tired of talking so I picked up a pencil and wrote and I couldn't stop. I don't think my writeing will help anyone else but it helps me handle things that I couldn't before. Basically writeing these poems have saved my life. I don't know why I wanted to post them on the web but i thought maybe someone out there feels the same way as me. So here I am TAAA-DAAAHH!
No matter how bad you have it
I will always have it worse
That was once said to me
When I think about it
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I would like to summarize
Why he doesn't look you in the eyes
Why he doesn't tend to talk or speak
Why he's not the type to turn his cheek
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Sometimes I notice
That no bodies noticing
People look straight through me
As if I’m not worth their attention
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Long Laughs
Strawberry lip gloss
Shared secrets
Cigarettes and fancy chairs
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