201. We must..
1:21 p.m. & Sunday, Nov. 26, 2006
All this pressure.. what for? So that we can go to university to get a degree in a particular area we may not even get into in the future.
But we must have that degree even if we don't use it.
We must hide the way we feel, even if it kills us.
And we must agree with our parents. For they have lived longer than us in this world, they must know better..
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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