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Words leak from my hands and out of the tips of my fingers  to caress the keyboard and so i write my emotions out onto this blank space to create peace inside the cramped apartment that  is my mind.
Dear L, The L word means love to me L Is a luxury that not everyone manages to have L is liquor, addictive like a drug
Dear Childhood, I had been  wrapped In your warm, comforting arms For seventeen years But then, as the minutes ticked away to midnight I felt your grip loosen as you prepared
They tell me many things,that I already know,But I want to live my life my own way.   Go to schoolthey tell me,But what if I'm not ready?  
I've aged recently, I learned how to appreciate my family more and more, day by day. They help me with school, how to keep my life together, and teach me many necessary to unnecessary things.
Adulthood is a murderer  Sucking the life out of sweetly serendipitous smiles Growing up is a massacre of dreams  Reality is adulthood greedily gobbling hopes They say don’t’ grow up too fast I can only dream and hope Dreams that are alive Hopes t
I am 18 and not in love yet, because being in love is a lot like a car crash, a train wreck, a labyrinth in which I do not find solace in being lost but instead feel trapped in a never ending maze of confusion and uncertainty, I’m not sure I b
I can't say one thing! Not one damn thing, without you criticizing me! Just shut up! You ask what I mean, I mean Im Fed Up! You push me for my 'own good',
The world IS my classroom, and I will watch the world learn.  
Five Hundred, Twenty-Five Thousand, Six Hundred Minutes... Times Three.   That's how long I must endure this ache in my chest.   All I want is you. Your heart. Your Love.  
A night for dreaming Its our get away. I want to take you anywhere but here, An escape from reality. One weekend to play, and say what we want Nothing and no one can stop us.
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