

You upon my back +18 sans 45+I'm only 18 years old But I feel like 45 And that's because I've grown upYou upon my back +18 sans 45+
Under mother's blood-shot eyes She works two jobs And never has time for sleep And so she piles her Responsibility on me
I might not have a paying job But my work is never done "Do laundry, watch the store, Keep an eye on the kids, so I can have some fun" Well guess what mom? &nb


Helping HandsMom gets mad Because all I seem to doHelping Hands
Is hang with my friends That's because I do
Talking to my mom Just seems to aggrevate All the things I hate
My only saving grace Are the friends I hold so dear
They stand me up
When I fall down
They give me the strength To move on in my life
That's why I miss them so much While they are gone


Thinking too muchMy brain is becoming Lucid I'm begining not to Think But thinking is all I can do I'm thinking about everything And how it's all a Mess I'm Sick of all the messiness And wish it would just End But it seems as if No matter what I do or think or say The mess just gets worse And refuses to Go Away.Thinking too much
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*remember the Cuyahoga River is flammable*
I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
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Reding's for dorks. Drawings for nerds. Writtings for geeks. Guess I'm the ultimate loser, huh?
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"Everything that flickered could be made permanent. That was what drew him to photography, what made every painstaking step worth it: the permanence of the image. That was what fascinated him, the working against time..." - Katie Roiphe
Put more of your work on here!!!
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"Everything that flickered could be made permanent. That was what drew him to photography, what made every painstaking step worth it: the permanence of the image. That was what fascinated him, the working against time..." - Katie Roiphe
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