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Charlie didn't know what to do,
Charlie didn't know what to do,
He tried and tried but he never grew.
He has just had his birthday you see,
and he wants to be ten inches taller than me.
He tried and he tried but he never grew,
Charlie didn't know what to do.
Charlie didn't know what to do,
He tried and tried but he never grew.
He tried to do ten different things at once,
But often he landed on top'of his bonce.
He tried and he tried but he never grew,
Charlie just didn't know what to do.
Charlie didn't know what to do,
He tried and tried but he never grew.
He decided to stop at long long last,
Asked mum how he could fulfil his task?
He tried and he tried but he never grew,
Charlie just didn't know what to do.
Charlie didn't know what to do,
He tried and tried but he never grew.
Mum said to him wait wait wait wait,
Then you will be as big as Kate.
He tried yes he tried and he never grew,
But now he knows just what to do.
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W
Willy wondered whether the weather had wronged his wether.
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Trapped
Run. That's what he said. That's what I did.
Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud.
The thundering sound rang in my ears as it filled the air, mixed with the confusion of the past obnoxious incident.
Run. That's all that mattered now.
But I could still feel the sudden, frightening lurch that my stomach gave when I heard the deafening roar, and had been blinded by the bright flash of headlights. Blurred figures had jumped out of nowhere, and somewhere to my right, I had heard my father yelp in pain. And in his struggling desperation, he could only form one solitary word; run.
Faster, faster.
The trees rushing past were becoming a hazy
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The Words That I Don't Say
Incessant silence ebbs throughout the room from me to you.
Anger seethes from you to me which feeds into the hollow quiet.
Merciless stakes of words jab repeatedly into my skin and probe me into a permanent tight lip.
Secrets continue to bubble beneath the surface as they beg to spill forth.
Opening up old wounds that had only begun to scar over.
Regrets of the past and present continue to haunt my minds and threaten to spill.
Repetition of self hatred and disgust toward myself only beckons me to shut out the rest of the world.
Your words may reach me, but I am the one that is not responding as this hand only tightens around my neck.
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I like this a lot. Rhyming is personally something I avoid to use (since I'm not too good at using it 
), but the repetition in this and the rhyming is great!
), but the repetition in this and the rhyming is great!