poem
 

i hate myself. i'm happiest with you. i forever doubt my words, i can believe my thoughts, but will you? i could tell you everything, that i've ever felt, would you really listen, it wouldn't help. i've given up on me, i don't know who i am, i've written all my dreams, i'm going to drop my pen. forgive me if i change, love me no matter what, if i die before i wake, promise to never give up. we have flaws, its probably best we never showed them, this is my eternal hello to you, our poem.













my last piece, both rhyme-wise and writing

Theres SOmethin Reminiscent To Tha Way Things Seem With My Life SOmewhat But I Wouldnt Give Up On Someone I Care About

It's a shame, you got some talent for sure...

....oh well, writing is a fleeting thing i guess...let the wind blow, and one day you'll hear it whisper inspiration...or something like that..(!?!?!)....

...respect and g'bye, you're a 'geeza' and a half....(!)....

(don't worry, a geeza aint a bad thing).....

It's sad really. I dunno what to say.

~Shalom~

sad....oh well, shit happens to stop do'n things...there a reason for everything...............

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DAMn yo its sad forealz......

your so innertangled in yourself i do trip off u sum times. this was ill but too intertangled to develop. hit me on aim sum times. and peep my post rb sleeps on me hard