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I have been very independent. Very to myself. No one to cry to.  No one to ask for help.  People help me with obvious things though; like homework, essays, and colleges apps.
           It is awfully hard to pick a fight with something that you can not see or reason with. All my life, the one thing that I have never seen, the one thing to which I have not been formally introduced.
What I would change In this world with many things Is the attitude towards women When they wear shorter things Because I shouldn’t be judged Or followed down a street For wearing a dress
When life gets difficult, And your cup over flows, Things go haywire, Objects explode, Theres no air, No air, No air you cant breathe, Your brain cant conceive, Wrong, Wrong,
i wonder if we will ever realize we look an awful lot like ants working so hard to move over a crumb proudly building our beds but the storm can wash it away any minute panicking over a dew drop
You Only Write Once Scholarship Slam   “I’m not a boaster, I’m more of a lover” That is what you would say,
 Maybe She Would Be Alive Today. If I Spoke Up And Said What I Needed To Say. If I Thought Differently and Choose A Different Path. Crazy Thing Is I Didn’t Think She Would Last.
From as far  well as far as I can remember  From the cold fronts of December to the hot summers of July in everything  I've done it was to prove that I could do  anything as long as try,
-You lie through your teeth When it comes to how-are-you’s “I’m good” or “I’m okay,” Is what you’d instead say -Feeling lonely day by day Not that you weren’t alone in the first place
As the sunlight slips between my fingertipsI watch the shadows fallThey fall in lacy breaths over my skin,Making darkness and light seem so intricate
The strength of the mind, So quiet, though so kind. Can the flower taste sugar, As the bee take away? It may seem that a way, but we just may not know it. So quiet, though so kind
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