To be all alone that is my life, I feel jsut like the tinyest mice. No were to go, no one to talk to, not one to listen. Just my pen, and this light. So I just continue to write and write about these times, when all I do is cry and fight. The only thing that keeps me going is this light. My little light, keeps me going Provides me with all the warmth I need, to continue to write, every day and night.
Reason for writing:
All around, funerals are not fun, been to 9 in my life.
My age is a factor all the nine have occured in a spane of 6 years. Losing bestfriends, friends, and family is not easy. Poetry is the only way to release my emotions
Birth sign: Taurus
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