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GypsyRainShow poetry

I began writing when I was in 2nd grade after reading the book Harriet the Spy, I wanted to be just like Harriet, so I became a writer. I used to climb into trees to spy on people and just write down whatever I saw. Then in third grade I started getting picked on, and that was when I really began to write, when it was my only friend. I do not know how people view me, I don't even really know how I view myself. All I know is that I dress how I like, I listen to the music that I like, I believe in what stands true to my nature, I try to stand up for my beliefs, and that is all I can do, I cannot make people see what I see although I try, I cannot make people see me, I can only write and be exactly what I am.

My Poetry

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  • Many meaningless failures,
    encompass our insignificant lives.
    8 lines, August 2, 2005. In Angst
  • Black rubies of a foreign night,
    burning into my soul,
    25 lines, 2 comments, May 18, 2005. In Dark, Angst
  • I'm making the run,
    with all of this I am done.
    24 lines, May 4, 2005. In Dark
  • I'd like to say I'm not afraid,
    but that would form a lie.
    28 lines, 1 comment, May 3, 2005. In Dark, Angst

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  • on August 26, 2005
    hey - your an awsome poet!
    ive read heaps of you work - i will comment when i get time i promise. but for now i will just add you to my favourites

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