None???A Poem by orikdeservesbetterIDK, this isn't all that well edited so sorry
A dollhouse of emotions,
fabricated to fit its mold, shakes run it to its core, shakes of uncertainty, no, shakes of authenticity, leaving rubble, but fabrications hide well, till they reshake the rubble, now authentic themselves, still broken, unfinished fakes, masquerading as their full counterparts, Then, there is uncertainty.
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StatsAuthororikdeservesbetterLititz, PAAboutHi, I'm 13, my names Henry and I like to read books and write bad poetry. Sorry if anything I post is extremely bad. :) more..Writing
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