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I used to be proud of my songs.
I would show them to anyone and would beam as they would read them.
Now, instead I keep them to myself and when shown to others, I cringe and wait for them to say how much I suck at writing.

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My song

[anonymous]

Pull up a chair and sit on the floor,
Cuz here's a true story that never happened before.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys began to fight.
Back to back they faced eachother,
Pulled out a sword and shot eachother.
And when the deaf policeman heard the noise,
He came to rescue the two dead boys.
And if you dont believe this story is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.

Bam sucka!