From the streets of the 'ghetto' I stand here now proud of myself in a better life, I'm 15 and like everyone says I've been through a lot in life, poetry is my release from this hetic wonderful world.
How unpleasant, How I weep
While you sleep, While you sleep
How up sired, How I creep
While you dream, While you dream
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Deep breath oh so fast
I lunge forward
yes at last
to quickly like a blast
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Alone you've been
Only one chance to end
What you've started
The pain of it all
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My eyes my eyes
Where are my eyes
My ears my ears
Why cant I hear
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