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My name is Becka. I'm far from what most consider "normal". I'm very mature for my age. I absolutely love music, my friends, cars and riding horses. I respect people who I feel deserve respect, and I am great full for every breath I take. I almost had my life taken from me and I thank every one who helped that not happen. I believe in "god" but I am completely opposed to organized religion.
I'm rarely on here or AllPoetry any longer, but all I can say for sure, the time is well spent when it is.
Writing for me, is an outlet. For anger, joy, frustration. It's always there and it's my way of helping myself. It's kept me from doing some stupid things to deal with the shit life has handed me. and I remember back in the day being on AP every day, writing as many crap-poems as I could.
I met one of my best friends there, and we continue to talk today. He's very dear to me and is always there when I need him.
When I do write, it's rarely up to my standards as to what is "good" I don't like most of what I write after I read it over. But I still consider myself a writer. Because my definition of "writer" is someone who writes for their own satisfaction, not to win prizes, make money, or like it afterwards.




.<-xo^ox->.
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick, I’m so sick

Hear it, Im screaming it
You're heeding to it now

hear it, im screaming it
you tremble at this sound

You sink into my clothes
This invasion makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick

I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so... I'm so sick
.<-xo^ox->.


Drop me a line,
AIM-Bexa413
Email-firepony91@yahoo.com



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