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Perfection is seen only through my eyes, and I only have to see
what I wish to see. My mind is deep. My imagination vivid. I can do what I want to do and believe what I want to believe.
My soul is hidden. My heart is good. I cry when I want to cry and I smile when I am happy-too often both are conceled behind
closed doors. My emotions are hectic. My tears can be endless. To some I am great. To some I am misunderstood. To others I
am dispised. To myself I am all-Loved and Hated.
My Poetry
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