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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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Where Is Me?
Where is me? Does anyone realize or have the time to see me inside.Where is me? Being sure of who that girl is in the mirror scares me because she is a distant memory. She screams at me so loud it makes my ears ring in pain. She doesn't like who she has become. Where is me? Like a broken crayon with it's paper ripped off, you can't even tell what she is. You can make a guess, but no one knows for sure.Where is me? I can fell my chin rolling as I lay in bed. Disgusting. People say, be happy with who you are they say, What kind of sarcasism is that? If you can't recognize who you are anymore, how can you be happy with what you've become..Where is me? I am sitting in my leopard teddy with black shiny shoes on, in the basement of my parents house. My hair is short, I like it long. My wrists are scarred from my attention winning cutting I performed once. My eyes are bloodshot from sleep escaping me night after night. Where is me? Escape is found in the movies of anothers make believe reality that I find to be better than mine. My nails are speckled with scratched off coral nail polish. My teeth feel like they are growing moss. But at least I still shave my legs. Not all hope is lost. I also where plain chapstick, preferrable Carmex brand. Where is me?
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