I know I'm not innocent anymore
because the windows fog up
and then I realize my parents are never who
they were supposed to be
the jewelry reciepts and empty bottles lay
as proof of human imperfection
and show them how to break my heart before I can drive
blurring the lines between public and private; watch as I try
to figure out if life is worth living before I've
showed you what I have to offer
Do you know how much I hate myself when I realize I'm just like you?
I will never be the same.
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Written June 6th, 2005
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this is good. i like it. it has a rhythm that flows smoothly. plus it reminds me of how people will never be who their parents want them to be after becoming who they really are. well anyways...this is a great write. keep writing.
jen -
awww... Ashley, this is a very sad write!!! It is very well written though!!! You did a great job!!! Keep up the good work!!!
Hugs,
Beth
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