This poem is a poem I wrote a long time ago, when I was 10 years old, but I don't think I ever put in haikufeel.

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This is a story I wrote back when I was 10 years old :

Once upon a time, there lived an elf called Etipi (pronounced Et-ip-ee).
He lived in a mushroom.
He took the toy train every day to his house.
He was a magical creature, and he could make flowers fly.
He liked eating flowers, which gave him powers.
One day a Big Troll came and ate Etipi.
In the Big Troll's tummy, Etipi ate flowers.
The flowers fave Etipi powers to get out of the showers in the Big Troll's tummy.
Then Etipi threw a mushroom at the Big Troll and the Big Troll died.
All the elves celebrated and Etipi was a hero.
Bravo Etipi!!!

Me, a quiet girl,
ready and behaved in class,
me, a talkative girl when I'm with my friends,
who gets really bored at mass.

Me, a senstitive girl,
who gets hurt for many things,
me, who tries to be nice, 
but doesn't cut the correct strings.

Me, a shy girl,
but my friend relationships in general end in conflict,
me, who enjoys poetry,
but cannot write when is asked to do it. 

Me, a creative girl,
who lives in a shadow of the past,
me, who looks at her old photographs,
and wonders how time goes so fast.

Me, a dreamy girl,
who is always thinking about weird stuff,
me, who asks philosophical questions,
like why I'm here on earth.

Friendship is important,
and one of the hardest things in life,
but you can find your way through it, 
and get to the golden light.

The paths will often complicate,
they will often become narrow,
but the hardest bit of it all,
is aiming the perfect arrow,
and hit it through the center of the wall,
and opening the secet passage,
that holds the key to perfect friendship,
that will not be causing any damage.