Poems by Chelsea

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  • Wake up in a empty room
    in for another day...

  • Young or old
    Living on the streets...

  • Sometimes I wish
    God had given me a special gift...

  • This poem is dedicated to my dead grandma who is...
    I remember it clearly...

  • And just because I had enough
    I know the real you...

  • Its all a nightmare
    i whisper to my self...