I lost my quote book .

So, yeah.
My quote book is GONE .
Has vanished.
Grew legs and walked away.
Probably RAN away .
Did I treat it that badly ?
I feel bad for it now . *sigh*

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Since I lost my quote book .
I can't put any quotes on here.
which is even more sad .
So I'm going to put these ugly stupid arrow things ( ">" )

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so uglyyy.

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*shudders*
anyway ,
I have to make poems for english,
one beingg :


She stands on stage, scared, queezy,
her palms sweaty.
The curtain opens and reveals the audience
watching.

The spotlight is on her.

What was she to do? Or say?She can't think,
the pressure weighs too much.
Should she give up?

The melody begins.

Without thinking, she sings.
The microphone - she holds high.
Her lips form an angels smile
as words pour out from inside.

The song ends.

She bows in satisfaction
as the people stand noisily and applaud.
She feels comfortable on stage;
it's the only place she can be herself.

"The crown is mine."

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I don't know what to call it yet .
Hopefully I'll know by tomorrow.
Because It's due tomorrow .

OH, what abooouuutt.. ' The way I felt when I first saw you '?
Shiloh likes it..
I kind of do too .
Like, at the beginning she's nervous, scared and queezy (obviously)..
Then she doesn't know what she's doing.
When she sees something she recognises..
She can do it without thinking.
then.. At the end,
She's satisfied.
She can be herself .

I like it now.
Alrighhhhhhhht .
My second poem was more like a story.
Not even going to say it .

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Anyway,
I know this blog was short.
But I have to go .
bye byeeee♥