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This poem is at best a literary short of a classic romance gone awry told in the point of view of an unnamed narrator, the identity of whom I hope is argued by my audience. I'm not a professional and I don't think the poem has reached it's best stage yet but I'd prefer it if my lack of skill was met with good advice and friendly argument. Note: Some of my keywords are actually hidden themes

A tiny section from the book: " If you lived in the Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, San Jose, Santa Barbara, Santa Monica, or even the So Cal area, anyone you would ever go up to would know the KY-BLU if you asked. They could name all their names, details about them and etcetera. It was heard that these five girls were more popular than Justin Bieber in Southern Cali and even in New York. When Peyton Hawthorne, Riley Lockwood, Piper Harrington, Tristina Rutherford, and Phoebe Esposito walked

Sam and Ali have known each other all their lives, but they don’t really know each other. Despite being neighbors, the two have never spoken before. Until one fateful day when Ali decides that she can’t take it any longer. Ali is giving herself ten days to choose between life and death. And Sam just happens to know about this because he read her diary. And continues to read it, day after day, dreading the time when Day Ten will finally arrive. Sam wants, more than anything else, to show Ali