Perfect
Discolored, disfigured, fractured in dismay, Broken, wasted; the night of every day. Heart stricken, tortured, standing erect. False hope, denial, but you are perfect Sign in to see full entry.
Poetry by a teenager: Perfect
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Life has many twists and turns, many troubles and achievements. If they weren't there to counter measure each other, we would either live in bliss or in hell, and we would not be humans. I for one am proud to be a human that can make mistakes. Please if you comment remember the following... Dont say "Arent you a little young for that stuff?" or anything of the sort. I dont appreciate it cause as far as im concerned Im more mature than some adults thanks :)
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