The People Where I Live Are Just Like That…

The People Where I Live Are Just Like That... short poem

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Love is a strange thing indeed
Some people die because of it
Some people live because of it
some people starve for it
The people where I live definitely do

Death is also a strange thing
Some people just go for it
Some people are afraid of it
Some people find it normal
The people where I live definitely do

Smiles are stranger
Some people fake it
Some people do it all the time
Some people never do it
The people where I live definitely do the same

Faith , trust and hope are the strangest things
Some people have not trust in them
Some people have not faith in them
Some people have given up hope
The people where I live are just like that…

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Hello! I am a 12 year old girl and an aspiring poet ! I am a fangirl and in love with Harry Potter , Percy Jackson and Hunger Games !! I am young so my poems might not be well polished but i just write my feeling on a piece of paper because i love doing it ! Hope you like my thoughts written through my poems!!
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Nakshatra Verma
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beautiful ..magnificent all of them are a understatement for the poem…i’m not appreciating it because i’m ur bestie it’s amazing…

Lalit Mohan
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Profound thoughts of a 12 year old girl. Keep it up.

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