Anna
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To the Boy Who Had the Nerve to Call Me ManlyA Poem by AnnaTo the boy who had the nerve to call me manly... If my muscular arms and my thunder thigh legs offend you I'm sorry But then again I'm not becau.. |
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An open letter to whoever did you wrongA Poem by AnnaFriends come and go. We all have these feelings.. but in the end the heart craves happiness more than it craves revenge. |
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SmallA Poem by AnnaBeing small has never been a problem to meI just live each day as if I am not different at allBut the mocking of my size aches meWhen someone reminds .. |
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FallA Poem by AnnaFall to me is like the relative that you love, but hate to seeThe cold- crisp breeze creeps on usThrough our windows while we sleepThe smells of cinna.. |
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