194. Privacy of the World Wide Web
7:08 p.m. & Tuesday, Nov. 21, 2006
Not even my closest friends really know this; I suppose it's never come up in conversation before.
It's not like you can just jump out of your chair and scream it all out loud.
No.
This must be done the privacy of the World Wide Web, where anyone can read it and perhaps none will know who or what I am.
Two or three of my closest will find out now, depending on how many still read my posts..
..but I think I've just fallen for a girl.
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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