Love
What is love. I do not know anymore because I have hear my family and friends say they love me. And than turn around and hurt me with talking about me behind my back. Trying to take what I have. Lying to me in my face. I know that love should not hurt or amplify stuffering.
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My name Elizabeth, and my poem is about feels and pain that people give you.
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