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The Battle of me and me
written by fuzzypunkshoes01:52 AM 12/7/04One day I was by myself in my room
But someone or something was a doom
To my room but when I went to go
To my door and there was a crack on my tow
I was scard so I was at my door and
There I was with a knife in my hand
But I put my handy knife down
And I started to pound on my sholder
It was not me I told me that it would
Be all that it would be all right but it could
not have bin I was cring so hard i was
Making a fit and a fuss
Of myself it was strang because i told
Myself that I was not the one who fold-
ed that person in the futuer "it was not
Me it was not me"I reped to say that I fot
It but it folded in to a bird and flu away
Into the sky with all its fling powers fly
Away it said fly away. |
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This is the longest poem I wroght
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