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Live


As  a child I was dieing to be a singer
Practicing with fake jewelry on my fingers
In the mirror with my pink tooth brush
I wanted to happen and in a rush
But I got older that dreamed got flushed

In grammar school I was dieing to fit in
Wanting to be just as smart and just as thin
Friends every where
Now I’m “cool”
But suddenly missing 2 months out of school

At the hospital I had to stay
I was dieing not to stay another day
The doctor commented me on my shoes
An then gave me the bad news
Knowing life won’t be the same
I looked in the mirror  feeling ashamed
Thinking of how much I have to give
 
Now I’m dieing and I forgot to live

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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na2011’s Poems (16)

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What do you mean? 1
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My back 2
Don’t 0
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Live 0
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Aids angel 0
Sticks and stones 0
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