70. No one to share it with..
4:08 p.m. & Friday, Jul. 07, 2006
I called my best friend yesterday afternoon, but her mobile was switched off.
I left a message to tell her I rang.
And so, I waited.
�I�m disappointed to say: she never called back, nor even bothered to write a message or e-mail to see if I was ok, or to ask why I called.
It was the most exciting moment of my career,
And I had no one to share it with.
I feel so empty.
Don�t bother calling.
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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