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H.maajor


H.maajor
Lewiston, Idaho
Member for 14 years

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ABOUT ME
I&#039;m Hope, but you can call me Hope. I&#039;ve only just turned 15, and I&#039;m a recoverying drug addict. <br /> I write what&#039;s on my mind rather than speak it, because when I do my words tend to come out extremely jumbled up and deformed.

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Interests: I wish I knew.


Poetry
By H.maajor BRONZE
Lewiston, Idaho
H.maajor BRONZE, Lewiston, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
Did you expect it all to stop, at the wave of your hand?<br /> Like the sun&#039;s just going to drop, if it&#039;s night you demand<br /> Well in the dark we&#039;re just air, so the house might dissolve<br /> But once we are gone who&#039;s gonna care, if we were ever here at all<br /> Well summer&#039;s going to come, it&#039;s gonna cloud our eyes again<br /> No need to focus when there&#039;s nothing that&#039;s worth seeing<br /> So we trade liquor for blood, in an attempt to tip the scales<br /> I think you lost what you loved, in that mess of details<br /> They seemed so important at the time<br /> But now you can&#039;t even recall, any of the names, faces, or lines.<br /> It&#039;s more the feeling of it all, well<br /> Winter is going to end, I&#039;m going to clean these veins again.<br /> So close to dying that I finally can start living

Poetry
By H.maajor BRONZE
Lewiston, Idaho
H.maajor BRONZE, Lewiston, Idaho
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Did you expect it all to stop, at the wave of your hand?<br /> Like the sun&#039;s just going to drop, if it&#039;s night you demand<br /> Well in the dark we&#039;re just air, so the house might dissolve<br /> But once we are gone who&#039;s gonna care, if we were ever here at all<br /> Well summer&#039;s going to come, it&#039;s gonna cloud our eyes again<br /> No need to focus when there&#039;s nothing that&#039;s worth seeing<br /> So we trade liquor for blood, in an attempt to tip the scales<br /> I think you lost what you loved, in that mess of details<br /> They seemed so important at the time<br /> But now you can&#039;t even recall, any of the names, faces, or lines.<br /> It&#039;s more the feeling of it all, well<br /> Winter is going to end, I&#039;m going to clean these veins again.<br /> So close to dying that I finally can start living