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Hello, my name is Mary Catherine Elizabeth West. I bite.
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IF ONLY
Fiction Plane

The old man’s been stealing
She’s holding her grievance for a hundred-odd years
We all keep believing
That history repeats itself year after year

All I fear’s that the future is worse
We have to give in to the hundred-year curse
Sweat in the sun like we’re diggin’ a grave
Dig deep enough and our fortune we’ll save

“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
“The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,”
As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”

Chasin’ the skirt of a beautiful wife
You make mistakes and it’s my back that breaks
And forever my past steals my life
To submission I’m beat but there’s hope beneath these feet

Blisters and blood and the sun makes you blind
You don’t let it eat ‘til it can’t help but be kind
‘Cause you know what’s important with your back to the wall
You can break metal chains when your friends don’t let you fall

“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
“The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,”
As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”

I’m a sword but I find myself blunt
And that is no use when I’m fighting my history,
Fighting my history
I have no blade, I’m more like a feather
That is no use when I’m fighting my history,
Fighting my history
I have no blade, I’m more like a feather
But I can’t fly away when I’m fighting myself

“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
“The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,”
As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”

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About me???

Well, Im fifteen. Most people call me Kali. Im 1/2 Irish, 1/2 Cherokee. My looks favor the Irish though. Although my eyes couldnt possibly anything other than Native American, theyre so dark. I got mud brown eyes, red hair that hasnt had a real hair cut since I was about eight, and glasses (soon to be contacts, please god I hope!). Im about 5'3 or 4. Short is the word. I love to sing and dance (Im really really bad though. Lol.) I have the most AMAzing friends in the whole wide world. I love them very much. I am far from girly. I love to go 4-wheelin and muddin. Im teaching myself to play guitar. I have WAY too many siblings to live comfortably. Three brothers, four sisters. Honestly, I got prety screwed up for awhile. But because of my family and fabulous friends Im back to normal.

My personality is like that of a hyperactive chihuahua, honestly. Im happy, silly, energetic, sometimes annoying. Im loyal, loving, and friendly. I am very random and often sarcastic. I love to make noise. I cant stand to much quiet. Ive become slightly more of a girl than I was previous to the 'incident'. I like to wear girls clothes now and Im even wearing make up every once in awhile. I hate to see people or animals suffering. I dont think its weak to cry but I think its something you shouldnt do all that often.

Weirdly enough, the happier my life is the more depressed my poetry is. So if Iwrite something dark, sad, or disturbing, Im doing really really good in real life. But if its happy, Im having issues. I dont know why. My brain just works funny. I was probably dropped one too many times as a baby.

P.S. Horses are my passion. As is the guitar.

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There are a few people in the entire world that mean SOOO much to me. Id give them the world on a silver platter if they wanted me to. Id even hack into the white house main frame if they needed me too. Sean, Alyssa, and Jacob.

Lets start with Sean.

Sean is my best friend. He is always there for me. ALWAYS! He's got like creepy Mary-radar that lets him know when something is wrong. He is the kind of person that says "Im sorry" only when he means it. He will yell at me when he needs to, but he would never do anything to hurt me. Nor would I to him. Sean is the only thing standing between me and insanity in the past few years. He probably doesnt even realize quite how many times he's really saved me.

Alyssa:

Alyssa is another of my friends. She and I have been together since we were in diapers. She knows me better than anyone else. She's the one girl that can see past the 'happy acts' I put on alot. Alyssa and me are sisters in the heart. She is basically my voice of reason. She keeps me out of trouble most of the time and hauls my ass out of what I cant miss. She's always inhabited a special spot in my heart and will until the day I die.

And Jacob:

Jacob is my brother. Literally. He's eleven years younger than me. He'll be four next week. He and I share a mom. His dad is basically worthless. And our mom works to much to pay us much attention. Jacob is my life. He's there in the morning and when I go to bed. He's there waiting on me to fix him breakfest in the morning and for dinner at night. He's quite possibly the sweetest, most loving, caring little boy I've ever met. I couldnt love him more if he were my own son. I'll always take care of him.

Those are the three most important people in my life. Nothing will or can change that. I love them all.
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