Imagination
my imagination may
havegone insanly wil
but as time goes
i leave that to the
children I know
some say that dream makers are
alive and well in my head
and that i am still child
but i tell them i need
to move on through
the other doo
before the roses die
Imgination go wild
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I was born into an abusive family then put into foster care and eventually got adopted into the right family. I have five sisters. I love to wright poetry and feel the best poems come from raw emotion. My favorite animal is a dolphin and I only have one good friend. I have a great family and I am about to graduate High School.
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