Welcome!

By the morning sun actions are taken furthering knowledge and relationships. Not knowing what side to take either going left or right knowing you may hurt someone's feelings.

The world is such a changing place, The more I look I see

When you're a man who loves a man 

People don't want to understand

They chain you down to black and white 

And tell you those are your rights

No one wants to feel alone 

Bound and broke 

But that's all this world will let us be 

Tied down to what they think is humanity 

Hold his hand

Take a stand 

Love is about your heart

Not what's written in a book

Meant to tear people apart 

Love is love

No matter what kind

And I'd rather feel something than nothing

Even if they think no love is my right 

Memories 
Memories of Jane
She telling me the stories
As they decorate wit pain
The result of all her efforts
Is the beauty of her name
All she wanted was success
Jus the beauty of her gains
But Jane 
Words can't explain 
You are my addiction
Honey, all off in my brain.
Remember all your struggles
I remember all your pains
I remember jamba juice 
and sad days
Tears for your granny 
with the really cute name
I remember texts bout
My Uncle being slain
You were there for me then
And I cried for the days
Days of our lives
And the tears and the pain
Late night texts 
And I say you my addiction
Asking can I call
And you give me opposition
But its all good.
Waiting for my text
Girl you kno I'm sleeping
Only time I really see you
Briefly on the weekend.
But times have changed
I'm getting money now
No time for Netflix
To lay around
But those are the times 
that I remember
I'm hoping I can keep em
Till December
These are my memories of Jane

why i write

Express yourself, let your heart and your mind run free.

At least that's what I do, just my notepad, my pen, and me.

I write because I'm happy, maybe sad, mad, courageous or fearful.

Whatever the case may be I assure you that my audience will get an earful.

I started writing to express myself in a unique creative way.

Writing until my hands hurt and that emotion begins to fade away.

I was introduced to writing by my favorite aunt whom always wrote.

She could write anything; good things, bad things, and even simple things like soap.

She would read to me all the time and encouraged me to write my own.

I was always an emotionally disturbed child so I gave it a try.

Ever since the age of eight I hold my notepad and pen up high.

Expressing myself to get out all of the access stress that is bottled up inside.

I pick up a pen, and let my hurt run free, as my emotions are all wrote down and the emotion subsides

Kobe Bryant is the best in the game

He is ganna be in the hall of fame

All of the haters' lies are the same

He's the hardest working player in the game

If he doesnt get his 6th ring this year

Then your the one to blame!

breath taking....

>.>

Do you know that girl who sits beside you?

Do you know how you judge her?

Did you know that she knows it too?

All the bad things you point out have always been there... ever since he started abusing her.

Did you know that that quiet girl who acts like everything is perfect is actually faking her smile and laughter so that you don't have to know?

She's wishing to be like everyone else, hoping that one day he'll stop.

Did you know that every day she wonders what it's like to be like you:

Popular and carefree.

To not have to worry about what's going to happen when she gets home.

Did you know that she used to be beautiful?

Before receiving a gift from him:

Scars that are too deep to see.

Did you know that the girl you judge could've been you?

Only fate dealt her a losing hand and the price was her innocence...

Darkness.

One word. Eight letters.

Simple.

At least it is to you.

To her, it's the remnants of her past,

Present,

And future.

It's the wave that crashes down on her... every night.

Darkness is simple.

It's human.

It isn't innocent.

It's threatening.

It drowns her with fear.

It whispers words that make her cringe.

It invades her waking moments, leaving no room for reprieve.

It goes to work every morning at eight a.m.

It comes home, sits across the table and makes small talk.

It kisses her mother goodnight.

Darkness isn't simple.

Darkness is that man her mother calls her husband.

Darkness stands before her every day as the one things she hates the most:

Stepfather.

I'M TIRED

I'm tired of looking

Looking deceiving

Feeling the meaness

Hearing the speeches

Feeling the pain

Droving the blood

Protecting myself

From these cuts

Men breaking hearts

I put them last

I know when there not

Coming back

I just want to say

You broke my heart

And now you've lost

Your lucky chance

I was left alone

Felted hurt

He broked, my heart

He left me dirt

But all i know

Now i'll stand

I don't need him

I have two hands

I'm on an upgraded

Physical Status

I know he had to be

Filthy and Trashy

To walk out my life

Just like this

He had to be a player

And had three chicks

I'm tired

I'm tired

I'm tired

So sick and I really need to quit

And i really need to quit

I REALLY NEED TO QUIT !!!

                                                                                    BY: ANGEL MCGRIFF

You see an image tall and grand as mature as she can be, the body of a healthy adult, that's me that your eyes see. She tries to be so serious to show that she's all grown, but deep inside the growing soul is a girl that is unknown. A girl who loves to dance and sing, her comfort's Daddy's lap. Her smile is Mommy's special kiss, in Grandma's hands her nap. She longs to fish with Grandpa so sweet, with no care in the world, to run through a field of shining grass, to be a care free little girl. At night she stays awake and cries, at morning there's no peace, the chains of life are holding her down, oh for a sweet release. The struggles of life are forcing her to grow just quite to fast, she'll never be just what she wants, her childhood will never last. So let this sweet and precious girl be what she wants to be, "Crying out that's what you see...it's the little girl inside of me.    Zalika .N. Thompson

My Soul

Light up my soul and start a fire

Turn my fears into a new passion and desire

As the flames grow I call your name

Screaming "LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME!"

Taking me to the boiling point of my heart

Withering down black and rusted like an old key

Bursting flames of fire to the core

Unlocking the secrets of the past as they come pouring

Creating a puddle my soul cannot endore

My soul is burning

Burning for a new soul

All the yelling and fighting, it's like never ending. All I want is to discuss what I want to do. Undecided. All I want to do is figure out what I want to do and where I want to go. But it's like I can't get words out of my mouth. Muffeled by the person sitting next to me. What do I want to be? Undecided. Let me speak and figure out my life . You can't figure it out, it's not yours. Let me make my mistakes to learn and grow. That's life. It will happen. Undecided. Let God decide the best path for me, you can't. I no longer want to be Undecided.

love this

Purposeful

Optimum brain work

Eccentric

Tricky

Risky fun

Yearly challenge

The Day

The wind huff and puffs.

The rain punches me.

The grass is wet with dew.

A sad sound escapes her.

A soft and piercing melody plays

A tear runs down her face.

The sea of black awaits me.

A looming container waits,

to be buried for all eternity. 

I am sad. 

I write for me,

I write for you.

I write for Him,

I write whats true.

I write for laughs,

I write to cry.

I was born to write,

i'll write 'til I die.

I desire,and desire

But nothing I acomplish

Like finding love.

Love, love and love

Everybody feels,

But I drown in

My sorrow

Waiting for it.

Day by day

Waiting,

Like waiting

To summer ends.

Coldness arrive

Like a winter

Night.

In a night

Of december

I still waiting,

but nothing.

Just i and

My broken

Heart.

With no love

And nothing

That I don't

Desire, and desire

No more.

Just me

And my broken

Heart.

awesome

Laughed Until We Cried

Going through my closet the other day

Found my senior yearbook, flipped right to the page

Of our senior trip to Holiday World

The fun was just about to start when we saw those rides

We couldn’t wait to have the time of our lives

We only had a few more days

And a whole lot of memories to make

We didn’t take anything for granted

Oh man, we were livin’

Didn’t waste or regret one minute

Senior prom we talked and drank and danced

Then came graduation where we were close to the tears

And project graduation we said our goodbyes

If I could I would go back

Do it all over again

I never thought this moment would come so fast

The moment came for us to say our last goodbyes

But we’ll never forget the times we laughed until we cried

Looking back now

I don’t regret a thing I did or didn’t do

Now I’m sittin’ here reminiscin’

And traveling back to the time

We had the best days under the sun

A little of this, a little of that

Kinda happy, kinda sad

I won’t forget the moment we started cryin’

I’ll never forget my senior year with you

I wish we could all remake the memories

Because the moments we spent together were the best

We had the best time

Laughing so hard til our stomachs hurt

Laughed so hard til we cried

I’ll never forget those heartbreaking words

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to you

I’m from a quiet neighborhood, where the cool breeze is the loudest sound I hear. I’m from feeling the warmth of the sun, soaking into my skin. I’m from the sand in between my toes, and that misty salt-water air, cooling down all around me. I’m from the trees blocking the hot summer’s son, creating a nice shady area. I’m from everything happens for a reason, what doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger. I’m from pain is weakness leaving the body, the suffering I go through is there to help me grow and become stronger. I’m from my mother’s amorous, gentile smile, which always brightens my entire day. I’m from my dad’s mocking laugh that I can’t help but laugh along with him. I’m from my parents loving souls, whose care and love is put in everything they do, to help and support me, and do what’s best for me. I’m from the qualities and similarities of my best friend and me, the only support system I have, she is my crutch that helps me stay balanced, when I fall, and get hurt, she is always there. I’m from where we don’t say goodbye, because those aren’t the words I want to hear. I'm from the weekly whatever nights, when it wasn’t an organized dinner, rather just TV. Dinners. I’m from the best Mexican food, that isn’t in Mexico, the real Mexican authentic taste. I’m from my mother’s cooking on the stove, while my father barbeques. I’m from where my dad’s chicken is the best chicken in the world, and my mom’s taco stuff is the family’s favorite. I’m from waking up on Sunday, to the smells of the sizzling special breakfasts, made from my dad’s love and care. I’m from baking treats with my little sister, while her precious heart is adding so much compassion to the recipes. I’m from the special built tall kitchen counter tops, that even in my older age, I still need to stand on my tippy toes to reach over and see. I’m from the memories from the parties to the special events that all took place, in that kitchen. I’m from sitting in the church pews, growing up with some of the best people I know. I’m from that watery grave, being immersed into the cold chilling water, to being brought back up to hearing a loud “AMEN!” I’m from God sending his only son to die on the cross for my sins, in Him I find life. I’m from the special family, I call my church family, the ones who will never forget me, and love me to the fullest. I’m from making my own religious choices, living life for myself, and making the right choices. I’m from close to the ocean, in sunny California, what did I do to deserve leaving home?

With my journey, you became my happiness. You put a pen in my palm, a book in my hand and the paper was my You have this shy girl from Chicago that you've built up confidence from within. My emotions bleed from my heart to the paper.  Poetry your everything I need. When my flesh is weak, with you I find the strength I need to succeed. You give me blissful hatred with hurtful truth. A chance to express some of my deepest untruths.  My love for you is a roller coaster as it thickly forms a heart in the mud. I'm young and I feel like day after day I'm standing still. Poetry you move me across the ocean but the waves I never feel. You protect my mind, body, and spirit because I can't do this alone. I need you in my life to guide me towards my future & not let my past effect what's to come. I never wanna lose you in my life and I honestly don't think I'm capable of loving anymore. Poetry you bring out the best in me, the inside out of my outspoken, confident core.         

Started back as a freshman

Sitting front row in English

Teacher handed out the next unit, Poetry

Everyone groaned, put off there thirty poems

Finally started writing

and found that poetry aint so bad

Poetry is what I live for
It's like an opportunity or an open door
To live with rhymes and metaphors
And strive in life for so much more
Poetry is everywhere
Over here and over there
Life is not a fairytale
But poetry is a chance to tell a tale

I found a lot of satisfaction

in having friends that drew attraction

that enjoyed my company

only if it required submitting all of me.

Not only the physical but the spiritual me

i had to put aside who i was destined to be.

What God planned for my life

I threw it away for my satisfactory high.

But when the high and the friends all faded 

I needed that covering I needed to be shaded.

I searched within my limits of what I was able to get

but I was struggling with this void I wasn't able to forget.

The hollowness, the emptiness there was still something I knew I was missing

I was searching within my limits, but my spirit still wasn't listening.

I realized my fate without the one whom I belonged

I realized my poor judgments won't be considered as wrong,

but otherwise forgiven

because the one I now serve, well he has RISEN!

It's been a while.

Have you been well?

Is it the same you who made my heart race?

I think I know I'm not the one for you

But I still want to love you

And be loved by you.

But that one night,

I saw you two standing there

I remember how quicky I turned around and ran away.

But I miss you like crazy.

Your warm hands,

Your warm voice,

Your warm hugs.

Please don't fall in love with her.

You'll leave me crying a bucket of tears every night.

Here's something I have been wanting to say for years

But failed endlessly.

This may even be my last chance, but

"I Love You"

  Love is a part of life But does that mean that the love is right? They say that if you love something set if free and if it's your's then it'll come back But is that true or a matter of fact. We as humans love what needs to be lost, worship things like we're the boss and handle situations like nothing. But there is something, someone who will love us in life. It is through Christ that true love will be accepted, appreciated and adored. But we as humans living a lavish life can't wait or handle the pressure of God placing someone good in our life to love us unconditionally. So we run, and by running it makes it hard for us to love course. And at the end we're feeling empty and put ourselves back on the shelf. Feeling unworthy of someone good and blessed in our lives. Lonely nights equals cries. Depression, oppression. Loving someone who doesn't love us back or deserving of our time. But us feeling not good enough leads us to that conclusion in life. The sad thing is that the people who are hard rocks really are gems. Respect yourself and never settle for anything less than what you give yourself. Take yourself off the shelf and live life to the fullest. Continue to love, but remember to love yourself more. Relationships may come and go but love will start with you at your core.    

and not an expert on poems but i was able to see what you wanted to express, nice job

Never wanting to give up on me one day,

always trying to lead me through the right way,

through days and nights full of tears and fears,

our confidence has grown over years,

our love arose in sacrifice and pain,

through those years we learned to lose and gain,

gifts and present are nice but no enough,

a hug and kiss to help me along,

i your second born child wishing for perfect mom,

the one that never does something wrong,

i know its been a hard task

to give me everything i ask,

your love is vast and wide,

and never has it died,

having always a shoulder to cry,

and always being by my side,

today i thank you for your stay,

i give you all my love todays day

a mothers dury is never quite done,

and i am blessed to have the finnest one 

Darkskin 5'5 with brown eyes

I love me at all times

But do you?

umm who cares if i do

i stand tall like a tree

sometimes when its dark you cant see me

but thats the skin am in NOT YOU

even when its hot i stand tall more than ever

letting my darkskin shine in any wheather

rough hair and all i like,sheesh i love it

sometimes its hard to comb, okay

but i wouldnt trade it for any brand of hair

any day

i love my body round with alot of meat yea i like

to eat, not to much or to little  am right in the middle

am that newyork girl hanging on the block

everything is every thing

BECAUSE IT'S ME,

I feel like I have been limping through life

On crutches weaker than the certainty of my future.

But my crutches are splintering,

Leaving me terrified of smashing face first into the cold cement of reality.

My supports disinigrate,

My weak childhood legs deserting me.

The feeling of panic swirls through the air

Around my feet

Brushing my skin

Forcing its way into my thoughts

Santa Clausing my system.

Blotches blur my vision

Crimson pools in the pores faithfully protecting my skin.

Rock bottom has become real

The jagged edges sharper than they ever described.

Whispers fill my ears,

Invading my life

Tearing down my castle on a hill

But as the dark becomes darker,

The light in the distance becomes brighter.

I am caressed by the love of my loved ones,

Basking in the laughs of my friends.

My broken bones are mended with time

Torn pride sewn with words.

The crutches that once held me strong

Lay worthless by my side.

Maybe rock bottom wasn’t that bad after all

Because,

Once you get there

You can only go up.

Stormy clouds, Warm socks

touches of ink to the page.

My heart spills and flows

and burns a light only few can see.

For my future holds a simple test,

The live concealed and hidden

Or be known for who I am.

I find my way through the darkest of nights

And let my words carry my forward.

When the pitter patter on my window stops I know,

I'm ready.

I am strong, and open.

I push the wand down and let the magic flow amongst the lines

I free myself

and let go of all doubt.

I search for so long to find the real person hidding somewhere inside of this body

when the storm clears and I know I belong 

that is when you'll see that I am simply me.

Now take a breath,

do you feel that?

The damp air.

Do you hear that?

The soft howl of venomous wind

That is me, all of me

Who I am, who I want to be, and who I search for

I often wonder why it takes so long to understand

the real person within.

Only the deepest passion brings out my soul

and lifts my spirits

I understand my purpose and know I am here

I take a breath to see

to see only the real me

Words bring pain

Pain brings stories

stories remain

infamy or glory

we taught ourselve to live through experience

my words are my soul

living in the moment

gaining disernment

i write to teach

to ulimately show the way

the way to glory in my own eyes

i write to break free of any cage

to understand deep in side

what is the greater prize

i write for you to understand my conflictions

where my future has been constricted

to show with great power of the tongue

comes great resposibility to everyone

i show that art is in everything, even a word

and above all else i write to be HEARD.

The media is corrupt

The media controls our minds

The media makes our image of beauty unrealistic

The media twisted the World's perception of how women should look

The media is the reason for lack of confidence

The media forces you to be a cookie cutter image

The media leads you to madness

The media is not picture perfect; being yourself is picture perfect

The darkness it conceals the pain 
I don't know what it is to feel ashamed,
Could this all be in vain?
In time the darkness dissapears.
The pain will slowly silence how I feel
Pretend it isn't real.

And I wont forgive, die down, stay low
Forgiveness is exactly what I show
Turn it around you're out of love again telling me we can still be friends.

A couple years and I'm on my way.
The space and distance, seem to finally be ok
I'm so over you today 
I'm taking shots with a couple friends
Life never ever 
Ever seems to end
There's no need to pretend
And I wont forgive, die down, stay low
Mixed signals are exactly what I show
Turn it around we're out of love again telling me we can still be friends.

She thinks her life's not precious, so she speaks of her demise
Through all these laughs
There are depressions which slowly creep into your mind
When theres a thought you must confess it, so the pain can wander out
Mess with someone else's heaven so you as well can figure out
What she thinks her life's about

Bright up high in the sky
The stars are brightly shining
Shining as they've never shone before
Some nights they seem to reach 
Reach the earth but real discrete 
To escape from their reality
To escape from their own argosy

A well-oiled machine, functional as long as it's never finished improving.

To take what belongs to us, because it is a given and to throw away with the seasons.

This is the story of self-betrayal...

Pulled out of clay, and shown the freshest of fruits, gifts of life all coexisting,

frolicking without a care in the world for anything beyond what was.

And though there lived linear to us forces beyond our senses, 

they couldn't compare to the vast force of the clay-maker.

Enter one lie and the machine is operational, born with teeth and hunger,

Given the clay to shape and mold images of its own,

Drunk with opportunity, and with a stench of greed,

playing with its toys, as a child..

And with this festering lie comes side effects for the clay-made species,

unending hunger, a vast emptiness to fill with jewels of the world and spirits as well.

So fulfilling a rush, such a ravishing shade of light,

With the power to sway us to our own hunger.

Fuel the machine with desire, satisfy one's reaches of pleasure.

Make us aware of our sought-after possessions, and we will fuel the machine ourselves

Feed on an abundance of honey, drink the rivers dry of purpose,

Inhale the sweet scent of lust, yearn for it, consume it, love it.

Accept, in reality, only the the preferred fruit produced.

Push the guilt and feelings of self-poisoning far out of thought.

Do not clog the machine, or the trends will cease to flow in the waters we drink.

Allow us to bask in this smog, it is our freedom of life. Our apparatus of narcissism...

And if the results ever show, mum's the word.. Keep working.

Slave away as the cycle repeats, become slaves of consciousness,

strangers to appreciation, and victims of high and shallow hopes

to prove to the clay-maker, that we are above him..

Consume the light of the spirit world before they ever pardon us with gifts,

Gifts seized, stolen, and therefore tainted. In return, we gave out curses.

War, poverty, corruption, now existing spirits taunting us,

Drinking the blood that tastes so much like the treasures we crave.........

The trap has been sprung.

Here we are so tied up in our blood battles of relative, and personal importance,

and the war against massing spirits and their imaginary shadows wages.

And the machine stands in control, a spirit over spirits, praising itself.

But it's never just imaginary, is it? ... Just one little lie, and we're blind to our enemies,

All that remains are its own images, we've given our freedom to keep it alive.

We "need" it to stay alive, to produce the luxuries we eat and drink.

We''ll kill to keep in its shade, as it hides away the light we didn't create.

Pleasure in nothing more than chaos,

if not chaos, then nothing at all, making our existence obsolete.

This is the story of self-betrayal.

Dying for glass diamonds, and dead gods... 

You matter because you were made in the image of GodYour physical makeup is beautiful Because the eye of your beholder is not a fraud You matter because The Savior says you matter You matter because you were chosen to be one of his treasuered possessionsHe calls the plays and He expects you to excel In the position suited for your gifts and experiences on behalf of his transgressions You matter because the Almighty God says you matter You matter because you are in his careAnd His ownership shows great stewardshipWhat He owns, He is well aware You matter because the Most Important One says you matter You matter because you are loadedYou have been given much in your faith journey, so God expects muchYou matter in helping others know they matter in being molded You matter because God says you matter  

What if today never ended?

What if the sun never set,

And took the remains of our shadows with it?

What if we could continue down the long-winded roads,

Past the faded signs and fallen trees?

What if we could lie underneath the glow of the moonlight,

Without a single worry in the world?

What if we could keep this moment forever?

Would you take it?

Or would you let it go?

To join the forgotten memories of the past. 

Just a young man from a single parent home

Wanna make it to the houses that look like domes  

Wish I was ballin like Jim Jones then i could take out loans 

but thats a no go like orange cones blocking an intersection

wish i had a lexus but I'm on my persuit of prefection

Just a young man from a single parent home

Wanna make it to the houses that look like domes  

Wish I was ballin like Jim Jones then i could take out loans 

but thats a no go like orange cones blocking an intersection

wish i had a Lexus but I'm on my persuit of prefection

All born to tell a story, a story of our own.

We shed light to our hardships and our triumphs

Let my history be told.

From the heart to paper I’ll let the verses unfold.

Andrea Sanchez, 19, a daughter, sister, student, employee.

A troubadour looking for the write words and rhythm to make this poem flow.

Where can I start and what can I say

I am just one person out of six billion trying to find my place.

I can tell you my biggest and darkest fear, one that will never go away.

A place so unknown where we’ll all destined to go since the day we are born.

Its really not that far away, it’s as far as three seconds from now, its tomorrow.

My future.

Graduations and promotions will be mile stones

Heartbreaks and losses just prickly thorns.

I don’t know what my future holds and that is what scares me the most.

Fear will not be a barrack.

Despite life’s unexpected twist and turns I will pick myself up and keep on my path.

Let this declaration and expression be a message, a threat, to this fear to any fear you or I may have.

I will not be restrained I will not be pushed down.

I will never break free It’s my inspiration, the root for the creation of this ode.

I’ll just keep moving forward, only looking back to see how far I’ve come.

My future, full of fear. Full of options and decisions.

This fear is really just the power I hold within myself to make these decisions.

When I doubt myself and fear the unknown I’ll ponder on this ode

My proclamation has been stated. My anthem created. 

remember your brother, he wishes you well./call your sister she has something to tell. /the evening is cool and damp. /holy light, forgetting the wrongs. Relax your shoulders, lift Him a song before grudges set up camp. /She meant you no harm, don't be cold. /Brothers become friends when they're old. /but first forgive them now. /They say there's a broken way /That people tend to end the day: /Angry when the sun goes down.

I live in a deserted shattered soul
Lost for years wondering of a world of serenity
A world of love
and a world of hope

I speak the language of an open mind
Yet I disguise myseld as someone I'm not
For fear of being lost among the shadows
Invisible, and not heard

When clocks are gone, we shall tell time by our fears
Be a reader of our lies
Be a singer of our thoughts

Come into the presence of life
We have been forgotten by nature

I am half way between life and death
My conscious tells me to let go, to give in
My heart says to go on, we're not over yet

I'm locked in my own sorrow,
as they sway and sing in mockery to myself
I lean against my heart, heart
Take this pain away.
Fill this dark with light, with joy, and merriment

We are children of our pride
We travel for days to find who we are
Tracking our sins, and trying to find a way to be saved

I fear the future and what it holds
For there is uncertainty, and fear of dark
But we're already in dark and uncertainty
We hide behind what we think is right and wrong
Unwilling to stand up, and belt our voices out to our demons
We never learn, and we live days with regret

If we were to loosen that string that holds life together,
would life crumble and fall?
If life stopped, is there anything to be lost?
Or would we continue, in our deserted shattered soul.

The cat that sat,

the orange sky,

a white hat

only a few rye.

Seams clear smoothm

the room of twilight,

a reference on a booth

a conventions might.

Loom slowly spins

time cadavers hasten

only smog lynn,

an ventures pin.

Night rolls

time steams

lines toll

felling stern!

It’s convention time

O, time to mime!

I write because my mind is evolved

I was born not to fight but to problem solve

I am a gift on this earth

Made from Allah at birth

I write because I am educated

I write because my mind is sophisticated

When I am writing my mind is stimulated

I can exspress myself through my motivation

Which is to exit  from all of the hating

Once I do that I will be in a better situation.

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I'm not rude in any way when it comes to giving tips but if any is needed please ask me. Though one issue I do have is my grammer, though my style is wonderfull and colorful. If any help is wanted comment below I'll be a great starter. One more thing I'm a very busy person so if I'm not availble there a mentor tab with huge bios so yah...