Today, something different happened. A new girl came in, but she was a bit wee old fashioned. This was a good day actually. Because I might be her friend, I believe.
This girl gave me hope. And for once, I didn't feel like a ball down a slope. Where that slope was impossible to climb. But this girl, made me believe in my rhymes.
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Lost
PoetryPerry was lost, you could even say she was a lost girl. She grew up as an orphan, not being remembered by anyone, and felt as if she was invisible. she didn't know that anyone loved her, until she was found.
