Every mistkake I make
Turns into a bump on my head
Every happy thought
Slowly becoming dead
Everything I ever knew
Slipping through my fingers like gak
It's almost like stabbing myself
Right in the back
(Winter 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
3 I luv y'all,
Emma :)
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I would like to translate this poem
nice peom you get down deep real deeeppppppppppppppp! ! ! ! ! ! right in the heart!