242. Minutes and Hours.
4:57 p.m. & Monday, Feb. 19, 2007
What happens when there are no more hours, the minutes that have passed you by you can't retrieve for all the world.
Do you continue going on making out as though you've made the best of the time you've had, or do you face the brunt realization that things could have been better?
You would have found a way to be happier yesterday if you had have known today was going to be so miserable.
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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