September 27, 2012
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These are the streets where I began,
At the age of seventeen my mother had me,
Lost in her teen years were mother and me.
Strong and confident I was raised
At the age of sixteen, I start to fade away.
I look back at my life,
And feel ashamed,
But why am I feeling this way.
There’s the good and the bad,
The good covers more,
So I guess I need to say no more.

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writer3499 said...
Oct. 18, 2012 at 4:25 pm
Really good! 
remember16 replied...
Oct. 19, 2012 at 6:34 am
thank you!
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