18. Childhood endings
4:35 p.m. & Wednesday, May. 31, 2006
I was watching one of my adored childhood films last night, being childish once again and wondering: is it really going to work out at the end of the story? Although entirely aware of what the ending was, and appreciating that there was no longer a surprise in it for me. As an innocent adolescent I loved spending hours thinking up those, what-happened-if situations. Hitherto believing with all my heart that there�d be a happy ending after they walked off into the sunset.
I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget
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I am me. Nothing more, nothing less. I write. I don?t write beautiful things. I write about things that happen to me. Things that come from my soul. Deep inside me. This is my life. This is my angst. This is my happiness. This is my joy. This is my sorrow, and my pain. I don?t consider myself a 'poet' in any manner. I consider myself a struggling teen just trying to get by in life. I've only a few things left to hold onto. And writing is one of those...
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