Dropping Old poems I made (pt1)

I used to really like writing poetry, here's some old ones I made back when I was 13-15:

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Everything-

He's the most gorgeous part of me, 

She is the most beautiful wonderful soul

They will never feel their own skin 

Although SHE is herself 

He, They, She will never feel their own emotions

Because I am all and none at the same time.

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Soil and Bones-

The ground cries 

The soil is damp

My heart is in the ground

6ft below 

Never alone 

Because the bones praise me

And the skin feels my presence although I'm nowhere near.

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Untitled-

My heart 

It blooms 

With sorrow 

It bleeds with colors 

From red to purple 

It pumps 

With a slow tune 

My veins 

Blue 

Like my face 

Blood 

Unlike any other 

All over my body 

In my lungs 

In my head 

In my eyes 

In my hands 

I wish I could see myself again 

The twisted mirror 

It doesn't make sense 

Why is it like this?

Why can't I be seen as normal?

My eyes ache 

My face is in pain 

My heart twists and turns 

Oh how beautiful 

This silence 

Will forever be my own burden. 

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Uh yeah that's all itches oh hey my favorite one:

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