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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 the photo graphic, 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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Insight of my story
He used to let me cut. I almost died in hospital and he left for his girlfriend who always came first. If cry so many tears im about to burst. He tried to get rid of me aswell and my bro. My twin died and I sadly i survived. My mum became pregnant and if she didn’t get rid of it he said he’ll leave. She killed it before it was born it but he left anyway she was torn. I lost the sibling that could have replaced my dead twin. They say forgive and forget but I’ll never forgive him. He used to leave my alone when I was suicidal and come back to me bleeding or on the floor and he just chuck money at me and say it will be okay. So here’s a message to the light “im on my way” I never had a place myself can call home, I have lived my life in the fear of being alone, but no need to feel sympathy for me right now or even ever because I’ve accepted that I’ll feel this way forever. This isn’t my whole story but ask again and I’ll explain a little more, but you see my cuts were so deep my bones were sore. I remember the time that I was stuck to the floor and I couldn’t move, yes I overdosed, I can tell you death calls my name everyday and that’s the truth.
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