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Weed

August 29, 2023
By LinkiMochi PLATINUM, Austin, Texas
LinkiMochi PLATINUM, Austin, Texas
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I grew up like a weed,

I thought they would praise my strong life,

But I can only hear them scolding and judging me.

I will always be a weed,

I can never bloom flowers nor create something sweet.


The author's comments:

A poem about self esteem.


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