189. Lay right down.
7:31 p.m. & Friday, Nov. 17, 2006
These past entries have been more me than anything else.
I don't like them.
I don't like the fact they're they're not as meaningful nor as literate.
I want want to lay right down..
Decide not to go on..
But we all know I can't give up that easily.
It's just not in me.
It has been one of those past couple of days.
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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