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Big lights shine on my face. I'm standing in the middle of a stage. A row of people looks at me with a disgusted look on their face.
They are the judges
I take the microphone. The entire crowd starts yelling. The judges join the crowd and start breaking me. They take my soul and pour it on the ground.
They jump on it,
They beat it
Notting more than a black dot is left.
I look up and see the crowd of judging people around me. It's like a talent show.
They judge me
not my act
me
me and only me
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Poetry Two: Surrounding
Poetry'Better one good friend then a hand full of fake ones.' --------------------------------------------------------------- A book with 9 poems to enjoy. These poems are about all about the people that are next to you and around you such as friends, fam...
