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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

She's

She sits, She stands.
She laughs, She cries.
She's happy, She's sad.
She's enough, She's useless.
She's the world, She's lower than dirt.
She's yours, She's no one's.
She's in love, She's broken.
She's striving, She's failing.
She's strong, She's weak.
She's emotional, She's numb.
She's calm, She's a train wreck.
She's beautiful, She's ugly.
She's loved, She's hated.
She's whatever baby.

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