Day 1:
Came home from school, and a gift lay on the table
there was a note: "dont open til' I come home"
But I was not able, to withstand the time
first personal item of mine, maybe this was a sign
I've always wanted to be a journalist, or writer
but first-I-must-open-this, and ponder'd with desire
Finally he came, now I knew with thought's of fire
i'd have thoughts.. but not the same
... and so I write...

Day 2:
Today was great, even tho school I hate
was going to the cinema, but my friend couldn't wait
So I was late.. and became hungry
...I was wondering, wat was for dinner...
mother surprised me with my favorite plate.
So I ate & ate, till I was satisfied
pen & hand-by-side, I sit here and write
til' there is no more light...
... and so I write...

Day 3:
Today was horrible, the girl I love hates me
and to worsen-it-tho, father was fired
Mother has no time.. she's sick and tired
it's as if my jaw is wired, nobody can hear-me
So I sit and jot down my thoughts..
Dear-me,
I dont want to goto school tomorrow
so I can sit and stare in sorrow..
I tire' of this desire to be near her..
a burden is lifted, whenever I see-her..
I couldnt tell her I love her, to big of a height
... and so I write...

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My people skills are way better then yours, nigga..