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| 'Fractured' by Trish |
Life is pictures,
Hot and cold,
Wet and dry, young and old.People everywhere, want to be,
The one and only boss of me!
I hate it I hate it and hate it some more!
If I wasn't scared, I'd smash our front door.
I'd open our lounge room window and scream,
Once I thought I had, but it was only a dream.
There are little pockets in my heart and head,
I empty them out each night in my bed.
I'm trying to learn my two times table,
But something stops me, from being able.
I just can't manage to get things together,
Maybe it's to do with all the bad weather?
Whatever it is,I've had enough of all the trouble,
And I'm preparing to live, in a beautiful bubble.
Tushie
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