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when highschool is over, im going to be on my own no more parents, and no more relaxing at home im scared, being in the big bad world by myself but really im to stubborn to ask for any help,
I swore never to cross oceans
Society has changed a lot in who we are 
Shake and move Summer has left us When winter comes the tune Soon becomes rhythm and blues Chicken soup for souls that Need to be soothed As we fall forward All time allows us too do is groove
i will be a stronger person. i believe in myself and my determination. i shall make my family proud and seek my education.
The year started out with a crash. I thought I wouldn't get myself back. But slowly you showed up. My world was no longer corrupt. I became stronger and stronger. You made me better and better.
life doesn't seem so long anymore,
Promises of a good time Make my blood burn As his words ignite the ashes Of a burnt out flame From long ago.   Crooked fingers and Smiles beckon from shadowy 
Wind is waving bye While the sun caresses doubts Silence brings the anger And leaves confusion on the couch Tears are hiding from pain Who carries smiles all day Lingering at the door is misunderstanding
the struggle starts when your born in this world as a sinner.the struggle is here to break you or make you.
I make this list every few weeks. Feeding and fending for myself. Cheapest thing for dinner?  Probably the chicken legs.  On special: 5lb for 89 cents each. thoughts on how that should last me for a while.
Flawlss perfection. Perfect body. Perfect Teeth. Perfect clothes. Then theres me. Im a size 18-20 in pants My teeth are crooked and yellow. I think of Walmart as hollister.
Go to sleep, close your eyes
Once upon a time I was living so carefree,
Seven periods, one break, almost ten hours in school! The lesson is fast, my brain is now slow, an almost incompetent tool. The day has begun, we are in period one, Damn, nine more hours to go. 
Here and there, the unheard resides A face so unsual A face no one can describe A face, ignored Abandoned in the cold forest alone A thunder stops by and turns to the other side
Father, why me? I know I'm not perfect and I keep making mistakes but is this necessary? I know I didn't appreciate everything at every moment but why me?
There is no deeper struggle in life, than the fight for you to keep on living Cancer is one of the biggest fights, something you can't escape. Towards something so harmful and consuming,
Why do I write? Think about this. Imagine for yourself, a dark room dark walls with no door, an empty abode for all of one's thoughts. Nothing leaves this room Many, however, enter.
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