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My Stuff...YEA!
Here are some of my stuffs and things, read them, or dont if you dont wanna.
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Fly on the Wall
I sit in the background No one noticing Im here As if I dont exist Me trying not to care I watch them from my corner Knowing all their stories All about their life Watching all the drama reflected in my knife Trying to fit in being their biggest fan All the while knowing they dont know who I am Beginning to accept it all
Slowly realizing Im just a fly on the wall
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One Last Goodbye
I had to see her go Watch her fade so slow The pain driving into me like a knife As I watched God take her life I saw her face so full of fears And my eyes flooded with tears She knew the time had come Her life so short was done I whispered I love you Mom in her ear Knowing the end was near Trying to comfort our fear I hated having to see her die
But I'm glad I got one last Goodbye
Ded: To My Mom
November 3 1952-January 26 2003
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A Random Story
I was in Mexico with Dewey sleeping in a grass hut. Then it started to rain so we had to sleep in a box so we wouldn't get wet. Everything was fine and dandy until someone tried to break into our box. I screamed and feared for my life. I opened the back of the box and escaped before he got through the front. Dewey and I ran through the wet sand. Rain pouring into my underwear, it felt funny. We ditched that criminal and we slowed to a walk but just when we thought it was safe a giant cat the size of my foot came after us so Dewey and I, already out of breath from running from the criminal began to run again. We were running and Dewey said "hey ma, there's an ally over yonder!" The cat had no intentions of stopping so we headed for it. In the path there was a black trash barrel but Dewey and I noticed it and just dodged it however that cat didn't see the trash barrel and ran right into, he was knocked out. Dewey and I needed to escape Mexico because it was full of danger. We ran to a place where many people stood, we both looked at the sign but seeing as neither one of us could read it was no help. We saw a long thing coming at us and became frightened again but then I remembered "hey Dewester that's a train, it takes people places" which she responded "mom you are the man." So we boarded it but we realized we didn't have money. A conductor came to us and asked for 7 dollars. We said we didn't have it and he said why, and we said cause we don't need it, this confused him for a sec, "Why don't you need to buy a ticket?" "Cause I am the captain, and my daughter here is my mini captain" He stepped back and bowed to us. Dewey and I were shocked that he actually believed us. I was given the captain crown and a pot of gravy, because this was the Gravy Train. Since there had never been a mini captain before Dewey had no crown and no gravy, she became very upset. I decided I would say her name and all would hail her. So I said "Isadora Punkin Shadd, you are officially the mini captain of this here train, all shall obey you (except me) and bow at you as you pass them by. All hail Mini Captain Dewey!" they all bowed and chanted ''Dewey, Dewey!"And that's how Dewey and I saved our lives and became captains of the Gravy Train.
The End
*Dewey is my dog*
(see photo page)
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Searching
The pain overwhelms me And I can't see As I wander through this darkness Searching for a light Something to tell me theres still hope Knife in one hand the other rope Searching for solutions Trying to cope Each minute feels like a year Every second another tear Stand where I am You'll understand Searching all the while For answers that cant be found Everyday digging yourself deeper into the ground Having no way out, trying to fight Always searching, searching for a light |
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