241. More time.
10:25 a.m. & Sunday, Feb. 18, 2007
It all ends too quickly. I could give you my forever and it wouldn't be enough � it's never enough. I could give you another ten, even twenty years and for now you'd agree: Ten years feels like another forever away. However, when that time came, you'd feel as though you'd been jibbed. Roughed, somehow in God's precious plan. You wanted more time, and that's the only thing he could never give 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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