Kids at the Park

One morning, I saw bunch of kids skating in the park. They were so good and fast and they were so fun to watch. They looked so young and yet looked so strong. An idea goes in my head, that one day, when I’ll be […]

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POEM – Shaken

She wants to forget but it’s still remembering She said stop, but it’s still beating Her stubborn heart constantly battling Her mind is still holding, so terrified of losing -cjane’s notebook

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POEM – Old Soul

I prefer hand written letters. I listen to old love songs. I feel deeper. I love forehead kisses and the smell of old book pages. I admire poetry. I am an old soul living in a young body. -cjane’s notebook

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