Ok, evil day is over, real day has arrived. Poetry time
I've lived my life as a plain piece of paper. Always dreaming of what I thought I could be, what I should be. Alas, I never could see who I really was (since I am just a piece of paper). I allowed my thoughts to write out my life and allowed other people to read my thoughts of who I felt I was. Never did I realize I was a special paper. I can make the pencil write who I really am and not just my thoughts. It's time to erase all those things that I am not. It's time I wrote my own life for me, not for a woman to like what she sees on the paper. She will either write her story with mine and not beside it, or she can drop the pencil and erase herself from my life as I contine you on with my life endless essay
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Where a good deal of my poetry is archived, please comment ant tell me what you think
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