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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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I looked in the mirror today, and I didn’t recognize my face. It was so foreign to me. Lines and curves, I had never seen before. Even though, I had looked in this same mirror hundreds of times before. What I saw was, a young girl, whose eyes were swollen, and red with tears. Her face chubby and fat, from all the times she ate, to take away the pain. I saw the blemishes on her face, sporadically placed like polka dots, caused from the stress and pain, that was sporadically placed in her life. I saw a frown, that was permanently glued there. So unwavering and fixed. Mascara and make up smeared her face, "dirtying" this picture, she so carefully tried to paint. A quick glance showed me all of this. I turn because I couldn’t bear to see more. If it was like this on the outside, what would the inside look like. The thought, quickly flooded my mind. I had so many dreams, all of them slowly drifting past. So…. This is my life. 1:30 am standing, standing in front of a mirror, in the bathroom. Tear stained face, with running mascara stinging my eyes. And writing … always writing, because there is no one there to listen to me, except these pages. And if there were someone here to listen, would they even understand ?

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I looked in the mirror today, and I didn’t recognize my face. It was so foreign to me. Lines and curves, I had never seen before. Even though, I had looked in this same mirror hundreds of times before. What I saw was, a young girl, whose eyes were swollen, and red with tears. Her face chubby and fat, from all the times she ate, to take away the pain. I saw the blemishes on her face, sporadically placed like polka dots, caused from the stress and pain, that was sporadically placed in her life. I saw a frown, that was permanently glued there. So unwavering and fixed. Mascara and make up smeared her face, "dirtying" this picture, she so carefully tried to paint. A quick glance showed me all of this. I turn because I couldn’t bear to see more. If it was like this on the outside, what would the inside look like. The thought, quickly flooded my mind. I had so many dreams, all of them slowly drifting past. So…. This is my life. 1:30 am standing, standing in front of a mirror, in the bathroom. Tear stained face, with running mascara stinging my eyes. And writing … always writing, because there is no one there to listen to me, except these pages. And if there were someone here to listen, would they even understand ?