When I was young I could not speak much or I'd get hit so I'd hold my tongue.I tried my best to be the best even with my math tests.I would be on the honor roll just to get scold at home.I tried my best but could never get rest.Guess it wasn't enough but hey that's just life it's though I know. I tried my best to never let it show but in the end I was young and needed some one to console me and now looking back I lose track of the little girl whom was so young who tried her best to beat the rest and everything she could do would just never be enough I guess it was though but that was when I was young.
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Many poems of Her life
PoetryEvery poem is a description of the little girls life. I will do my best to keep it in order and every chapter might be a new one or a continuation of the one before. In this story none of the names refer to any person they just names that I came up...
