71. On her way
9:58 p.m. & Friday, Jul. 07, 2006
She�s looking over the edge.
Hoping for a sign that would keep her from slipping.
Waiting, for a message from someone who she thought cared.
Standing there for what seemed like the slowest eternity, she realizes, that no dearly beloved friend was going to call.
And no one was going to stop her from plummeting towards the threatening rocks below..
There was just a slight breeze to help her on her way.
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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