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But if we chase perfection, we can catch excellence. Friday, January 10, 2014. I was born January 16th.
My head spilled into this computer. Monday, May 12, 2014. And forever remains the change from here to then. Thursday, January 9, 2014. I figured for my slam poem I would take a different direction. I wanted to write something that felt different than all my other crap. And my lips are wet.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015. It was already buning when we got here, and we added more gas to the fire and it keeps exploding over and over and over, and then i notice we keep passing the ignitor. Sunday, May 17, 2015. Poor me a shot of misery, with a side of bleach.
Imagine everyone living life in peace. Thursday, January 9, 2014. Paris I wont lose you. This is where we all go to feel free. This is the place where I get to be the real me. This is the place where I can write what I feel and say what I think and do I care what others think? No because nobody is here to judge me. Paris is where I come to think. Its where I come to let out the stresses of the world and just be completely free. This is the place where we are all writing to the great deity.
Friday, August 22, 2014. so I will try to make this quick. Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance. You have made me happier than I have ever been. Even though we had our ups and downs, it was all worth it. We never had a dull moment. You are going to do some amazing things! Remember that I see soo much greatness in you! I love you Alyssa.
Thursday, January 9, 2014. I cant think of anything right now! My mined is blank hopefully I will have something by tomorrow. The first time I meat you I was so. Afraid to, get close to you. A part of myself to you. Different, and I was. We spent together, it was something. In me, and you. I fell in love with you, and all of your. Me for who I was. You did, you made feel.
Thursday, January 9, 2014. Its a poem for me. Its for the me who likes to be alone. For the me who secretly wishes she could beat box. Its for the DREAMER in me. Its for the me who writes in cursive. And for the part of me that has already fallen for Raoul.
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Take Only Photos, Steal Only Time, Leave Only Footprints. Thursday, April 24, 2014. Control has melted away. Scars of tears rolling down my face. I cant seem to hold them in, no matter how hard I try. I always thought I was strong, that I could get through anything. I have tried to be strong for far too long. I use to pride myself for not crying. Now it is my only relief and it comes more often now then ever before. No, I am not tired all the time! Tuesday, February 4, 2014. Let me dream, let me rise.CONTENT
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My head spilled into this computer. Monday, May 12, 2014. And forever remains the change from here to then. Thursday, January 9, 2014. I figured for my slam poem I would take a different direction. I wanted to write something that felt different than all my other crap. And my lips are wet.
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