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i made this a long long time ago like 2 years ago
The Quokkas grin
poem by azeneth
Where the sun shines bright, a happy face in sight, is really a charming sight..
A Quokka’s face is bright like the sun when it shines light..but be careful they
might bite, as they hop off the ground, they are still a charming sight
There as cute as a kitten in the slight.. their soft, short brown fur shines really
bright, one day it’ll shine as bright as light. Their smiling face is so cute, cuter than a critter in the wild as they jump around in the hot Australian sun and eat the plant bark. They are still really cute..but sometimes when you see them they might bite..you can see them on the mainland in australia all of them just eating
All it can .
The Quokkas grin
poem by azeneth
Where the sun shines bright, a happy face in sight, is really a charming sight..
A Quokka’s face is bright like the sun when it shines light..but be careful they
might bite, as they hop off the ground, they are still a charming sight
There as cute as a kitten in the slight.. their soft, short brown fur shines really
bright, one day it’ll shine as bright as light. Their smiling face is so cute, cuter than a critter in the wild as they jump around in the hot Australian sun and eat the plant bark. They are still really cute..but sometimes when you see them they might bite..you can see them on the mainland in australia all of them just eating
All it can .
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Very short poem by me
cuts.
poem by Azeneth
It starts with an eyebrow razor. The moment you touched it the wrong way, it cut you, it felt good, didn't it? It felt like you could feel something for once, huh? That's how it started.
You wish you’d never touched it, right?
One simple cut can turn into hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions…but you never wanted this to happen, right?
You never wanted to be like this, you never wanted to do this to yourself…right?
Every cut brings another cut
Every razor reminds you of those times when that was all you relied on
You remember the times when you took out the razor from the pencil sharpener
You remember those times where all you wanted to do is...cut.
cuts.
poem by Azeneth
It starts with an eyebrow razor. The moment you touched it the wrong way, it cut you, it felt good, didn't it? It felt like you could feel something for once, huh? That's how it started.
You wish you’d never touched it, right?
One simple cut can turn into hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions…but you never wanted this to happen, right?
You never wanted to be like this, you never wanted to do this to yourself…right?
Every cut brings another cut
Every razor reminds you of those times when that was all you relied on
You remember the times when you took out the razor from the pencil sharpener
You remember those times where all you wanted to do is...cut.
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omg azzy. i love this poem. its honestly very scary how relatable this one is. but idc, i love it and it brings awareness to what some people may be dealing with. including us. azzy, you have shown tons of love to everyone on here and im so grateful, and im happy to see more recognition with poems that share about sh or mental health struggles itself. you are worth so much more than you know, and i am proud of you for doing the best you can. i love u so so much and please make more poems <3
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I got into writing poems because of u actually! i saw your poems n i was so inspired by them so thank you ana!!! <3