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I am a sixteen year old writer/song writer/poet/full time student. I could say I'm a busy person, but I'd only be lying. I'm a rather lazy person, and the one thing that gets my mind going more than anything is writing. Writing about everything and anyone. You see for me, I live on paper. My life consists of ink and thoughts, that I feel I need to express to the world. I've been writing as long as I can remember, and I'm improving with each stroke of the pen. I really appreciate the passion people have for writing, because all of us in our own way are artists. Weather struggling, successing, or improving, we are all trying to achieve the same goal. Self-accomplishment, happiness, and overall satisfaction. I believe as artists, we strive to get our ideas out into the world. Each one of us trying to spread our own message....

I have so many ambitions in life right now it's rather overwhelming. It's difficult to choose one thing you want to do the rest of your life when all you want to do is EVERYTHING. Though to me, happiness means everything. In my life right now, my friends are the most important thing to me. I'd die for them and they'd die for me. Wow, I don't think I would have made it this far without them. I've done a lot of bad things in life, and they've always been there to guide me in the right direction when I got off track. I hold them near and dear and if anything would ever happen to them, life as I know it would end. I hold great respect for them, they're my support system, my shoulder to cry on, and most of all, they're my mentors. I don't think they understand how much I LOVE them....

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  • [ Everyday I struggle to breathe, ] at allpoetry
    Everyday I struggle to breathe, And squeeze my heart,
  • Sweet Sweet Poisinous Drink at allpoetry
    I haven't seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, For death has its slimy hand upon my shoulder.
  • Don't Let Go at allpoetry
    Thinking about you leaving; stabs my heart like a million knives, Tears begin to slide down my cheeks, as the pain starts to arrive.

My journal entries

  • The line between happiness and saddness is being progressively blurred, while I try to adjust to this new lifestyle of rules and responsibility. With her I'm happy yet I feel change. I'm not the same person I once was a year ago, and it's taking time to figure out who I am and who I'm meant to be. Life isn't about fi
    June 1, 2009, In My own personal thoughts.  100 words. Make first comment?

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