230. Easy.
2:37 p.m. & Friday, Jan. 12, 2007
It's easy to say: I didn't do it.
It's easy to sit there and be submissive.
It's easy to pretend that everything will be OK in the end.
It's easy to lie and never stop.
It's easy to love someone knowing that they'll never love you in return.
It's easy to walk away.
It's easy to have things so fucked up that they won't ever be set normal, even once it's long passed.
It's easy to hate for all the right reasons.
It's easy to sit there and watch yourself bleed..
It's even easier to die.
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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