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              Poetry From a Not-So-Good-Poet               
                    -by LavenderSpirit-                    
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                   Canterlot High School                   
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Canterlot High School
Canterlot High School is full of rebels,
that seem to like to cause trouble,
I used to rebel, and steal and lie,
none of these new rebels were worse than I.
I should stick my head in the water,
hold my breathe for longer,
than the world record, just to make,
my friend's not think I'm a mistake.
I don't really know what holding my breathe would do.
But it would be better than lieing to you.
I keep feeling pulled towards Equestria,
maybe to return to Celestia,
but they might make fun of,
and hurt me.
You don't get my point do you?
Oh I see.

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                          Shards                           
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Shards
My life is in shards you see,
I'm worse than someone called "me".
I hate, and I lie
I stool from the sky,
I don't have a family or friends,
I'm locked in a dead end.
I'll be quick and just say,
today was the worst day.
I lost all my friends,
and didn't make mends,
I lost my family, and am quit picky.

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                     My Life In Poetry                     
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My Life In Poetry
My name is Sunset Shimmer. My life is in shards, glass shards. Almost everyone at Canterlot High School (chs) hates me for my past reputations of stealing, lieing, bullieing, fighting, hurting, and turmenting. I understand I'm - as Rainbow Dash would say if it didn't hurt my feelings - 20% less cooler than everyone else. I once lived in Equestria as Princess Celestia's apprentice, then I became a demon in this world, and now? Now I'm hopeless with a life broken into shards, glass shards. So, I finally found a hobby - 100% not talent - that I could do in my free time. Poetry.
Life in unperfect, as an ant hill or dirt,
because our past mistakes really hurt.
I cuased pain and stealed
and had eyes peeled
for attacking the harmless,
hopeless, and warmthless.
I'm as unperfect as a dumpster's dump,
which is worse that an ant hill, and being dumb.
I have no friends, my family is in Equestria,
I shouldn't have turned on Celestia.
Now I sit lonely and without hope,
now let me end with a sob; a mop.