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Title? Anyone?That eerie feeling when you wake up and realize all your dreams have come true, and there's nothing left to be done. :) She makes up things that have no meaning, except to her twisted way of thinking. She throws things together when they just... don't... fit... The Crooners prove that she lives. The sound that comes from their hearts, their souls. A girl stuck in the worst generation, a girl accused of martyrdom when she tries to love. A girl that is a work in progress. She smiles far too often, but when at peace has the illusion of inebriation. A girl that lives. She fliTitle? Anyone?


It's not poetry.This is a personal journal. Twas never meant for the eyes of anyone but myself, but reading over it felt good. I liked it so much.It's not poetry.
I stay up late and write when I should be sleeping or at least doing something productive. But no, I stay up writing. Writing things that I'd like to see, that no one will attempt. That people won't care about, that no one will appreciate. That will be meaningless. I want to see the world happy. Not just the people I know or the people I see driving beside me.. But the world. People in Pennsylvania. P
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Live by the pen and pencil and you live free!
It's not our skill that makes us what we are, it's our passion.
Writer At Heart!
What more is there to life?
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"When guns and knives fail, words prevail" -me
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Live by the pen and pencil and you live free!
It's not our skill that makes us what we are, it's our passion.
Writer At Heart!
What more is there to life?
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Live by the pen and pencil and you live free!
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