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original poem for language arts
Nothing is Perfect
she stares up at the sky looking and wondering asking questions, mainly, why? why are things the way they are? why does the distance for me seem so far? why wont someone rescue me? why cant i be free?
she asks these questions with tears in her eyes not knowing what to think lost in her own thoughts and others lies afraid of the future that is so near wondering why lifes answers cant be clear
she looks all around trying to think of the good things in life walks in the house... goes in the kitchen... looks at the knife she waits for a while, thinking of things then she hesitates, she realizes it isnt worth it and nothing in this world is even close to perfect
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