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I wrote this in Essentials of English.Ninth grade.So that's why it's shitty biggrin
I am what I am
I am a friend
I choose this happiness
I detest this gloom
Joy is the greatest gift I could give
I am what I am
I am an artist
My hand is a bridge
My mind flows through the graphite
The only proof that I'm mad
I am what I am
I am a lover
I have so much to give
My efforts are futile
And I feel I have not lived
I am a chameleon
I blend into the scene around me
My insides twist and change
Mold and shrink and stretch
Until I no longer know who I really am
 aPOPcalypze · Fri Nov 05, 2010 @ 06:36am · 0 Comments |
