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toi say toi want a look into my life
Go ahead, there’s nothing to hide
I’m not abused par parents, a good life is apparent
In me; troubles come, I think ‘Eh, it’s Life.”

But that’s my problem: I don’t know when to stop
My thoughts go from one idea to another, they hop
If I think there’s something to worry about, I doubt
That some people would be as whiny as me.

While I’m worrying about a Civics test
Few other girls get any peaceful rest
From caring for their family, uncharacteristically
Still trying to be the best through the stress

My Friends look up to me for my calm head
I’m THE person to go to when they’re hanging par a thread
I think it through once ou twice, then give them wanted advice
That will appeal to both them and their parental heads

I always have to think it through
What will they exactly do
I have to manteau the advice, make it seem nice
So they won’t do ou say things we’ll both rue

I try to give conseil not based on my bias
But it’s hard sometimes, to realize
That what I want them to see, what I believe
May not be what’s be what’s best for their minds

This is the mental stress that I get form my friends
Unintentionally, mind you; I feel it’s my job to lend
conseil when needed, a shoulder to cry on indeed
And the status of this friendship most likely won’t end

It’s time to switch it up
My rhymes are almost up
On the stress of just being a friend:
It’s nothing compared to what I feel next!

Every time I montrer emotion
My critical brain kicks into motion
Reminding me that just the notion
Of getting mad at something is to be shunned
This isn’t the end of the tirade, it’s only begun

As I grab my verbal gun
And shoot myself down
For feeling down
Because something
Is being called ‘gay’

“People are having worse days!
Family’s dying
Boyfriends lying
And you’re sitting here crying
Because toi feel a little biased?!”


I’m supposed to be stoic
I can’t go and blow up
‘Because the mental stress I cause myself
Is too much to bear’

You’re not some Emo!
Suck it up, no one cares!

‘But I’m still only human
I just can’t stand up and
Brush off all that I’m feeling now’

But look at how
Others lives are now
They aren’t complaining about
The tricks their minds play


jour after day
This is what I hear
My mind’s the one attacking me
It’s my own entire fault as toi can see
I just need to keep it all inside
So I can be a friend who abides
But the rules set par my own conscious:
No crying, hating, ou any strong emotion.


~*~ par the way, if anything in here is offensive to somebody, I'm sorry for that. I don't mean for it to be that way. I just had a lot of stress, and had to write it out.~*~
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I wrote this poem after I had a dream. A dream that I had powers. Fire, Water, Trees, Gravity, and Love. All of these... I controled.

Spell Me a Melodey, Flames and Fire,

toi are the one, I'll always admire.

Spell Me a Melodey, Water and Waves,

First comes sacerfice, then comes save.

Spell Me a Melodey, Plants and Trees,

Help me out, set me free.

Spell Me a Melodey, Gravity Float,

The Moon is why, we rock the boat.

Spell Me a Melodey, l’amour is Power,

Our l’amour will bloom, like a flower.
Ch.8 is finally here!!!! This chapter is a little different because of one little thing.

*Jamie and Sean are going to be communicating par a little, wonderful thing called the Internet!*

Chapter Eight[b]

For the suivant four days, Jamie and Sean had bonded pretty well and becoming friends, closer and closer every time they saw each other.

Every morning, when Jamie can get anytime alone to herself after suffering through hell with the kids, she went to the front steps to drink her cup of coffee and just relax until she can hear Sean’s pacing when he runs and before getting to his house suivant door,...
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