September 6, 2012
By Anonymous

Fast at the start sometimes i think im too smart quick to act fast to speak no room to be weak. When i get to the top I stop, hang there realizing that everything that in reality everything is vanity . Slowly start to fallcoming back to reality the drop is quicker than the assent and when the ride stops life hits you like a punch, get off the ride with low hopes and sorrow only to realize that i must ride this tomorrow.

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My health teacher told us to write a poem and so i did

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