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January 12, 2011
By SarahhS2 GOLD, Amelia, Virginia
SarahhS2 GOLD, Amelia, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Every artist was first an amateur.
Ralph Waldo Emerson


I see you all the time,
So, I deeply cross the line.
I cry for you to hold me,
You sit there and mold me.
Am I just trash?
Why do you clap?
You think it's funny?
or, do you want me just for the money?;

I sit alone and wonder,
Why I am still with you.
The wind softly blows,
It's a dream to be continued.
You Say you love me,
With a stride, you come and sit.
You say you want to hug me,
Hey! Come try and make me fit.
I want to be like that,
to blend it.
I want to know that I can be,
As loved as they pretend;
It is definately just a game,
A game that gets you by.
Come alone, over here.
Come tell me why.
I think about you all the time,
It just passes the time.
I try to get it through my head,
That sooner or later I'll be dead.;
I know that I am dark,
They say that I am evil.
They tell me that I am mean,
And I say it's because you belive me.



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