My Life

August 25, 2011
From beginning to end, has been a painful life. I have lived in group homes for three years, but yet, still, havent found love except the peace within. My family is the only people I can trust and love, but for every last memory you have you cherish. My memories I would love and die for to keep. And now, Im living the dreams as a poet once and for all.

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