Straying from the Path
Take my hand I'll follow you.
Where you go I will go too.
They say that, it'll start to hurt,
When we stray, from rodes of dirt.
So hold my hand, and grip it tight!
We won't follow the path tonight.
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kaylie.corban
Hi, I'm Kaylie. Some people call me Kat. I'm 14, and I love to write. I've written hundreds of poems and a number of personal novels. As a freshman in high school, my main goal on this website and in many is to get scholarship money in the process of sharing my opinions and life's work.
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