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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 can’t believe how much I’ve changed. The pounds I’ve lost in large range. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Happiness was the only thing I thought I missed. Looking in the mirror, What do I see? I see someone else that doesn’t look like me. That’s just the way I wanted to be. To have a new body and face. To disappear without a trace. It’s to late, I can’t stop for the love of grace. Skipping meals, Tarring me apart, It doesn’t compare to what I pay with my heart. If I die, I’ll die trying to fit the image I’m needing to be. Will someone please set me free? No one knows the damage I’ve done. Deterioration has already begun. Purging blood and popping pills. To fill this void I yern to fill. This is what its like to lose control, But it seem I’ve taken a toll. I don’t want to lose my sole. No one would understand the problem. I hold my hands. No one understands this obsession. I grieve. Wanting to be pretty, Wanting to be perfect, That’s how it started with me. Now I can’t break free. So many times I’ve reached out, But people turned away filled with doubt. Living a lie, Being miss right Was just a discise. I’ve given up the fight. All I wanted was to be loved, With this finger in my throat I’ve shoved. I use to be strong, But now I’m weak. God help me, Going back is all I seek.
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