If not praise me
dont pain me
I am clay that has to be moulded
I am a flower that has to be raised
I am child that has to be taken care of
I am a wing that needs to flap
Don't treat me like crap.
I am a poem that needs its rhyme
I am a pen which needs a page
Give me some rain that will make me blossom
Give me some love;I need to feel that wassum.
If not praise me
don't pain me..
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