193. Left off
9:58 a.m. & Sunday, Nov. 19, 2006
"I don't want to start off fresh next year."
"Are you sure about that? It's your year. End of school. Moving to the Gold Coast. You told me you wanted to start off fresh."
"Jess, I'm sure. I want to start out right where we left off on the day I last saw you.
We left off with me wanting to kiss you."
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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