July 21, 2009
By OBBreezy12 GOLD, Manchester, Connecticut
OBBreezy12 GOLD, Manchester, Connecticut
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There was a cry from the tide that steers towards land.
Waiting for contact.
The wind whistles, ignoring all existence but gets a nice sensational feeling as the moon light shines down.
Standing alone is the confidence of the night.
While people rest with their hands buried into their cheeks
Confidence enters their wildest dreams, letting the mind imagine.
A world where there is an absence of war.
The time to act is persistent,
Yet as confidence moves
From spirit to spirit
It has no backbone,
No boldness,
No fortitude,
But the confidence is everyone…
It is bona-fide.

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on Mar. 5 2010 at 7:09 pm
ShernayB. DIAMOND, Southfield, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Some things will never change"---Tupac

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