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Writing, like a bullet, can pierce the body with a single blow. I believe that in a literary sense it simply means that some things just shouldn't be said...but then again if they aren't we would never feel the true meaning of being human...

I am currently a senior at Laurel Highlands High School. My name is Allan. I have been writing for going on eight years and through all the ups and downs I am still writing on and on for the truth is evident and circumstantially enjoyable. My feelings are simply this, if you have something to say just say it or you might regret it for the rest of your life...

I had previously been through a relationship that lasted not even three weeks...I know it seems pathetic but for some reason it was unrequited and I feel bad for the other person because they don't know what they are missing...yes I was the one who fell, rock hard to the bottom in love...but what is love? That tingling feeling in your stomach? The smile you get for now reason? Or simply just the company you have from another person? Nobody really knows...

I hate sterotypical people the most. In the general sense, most people would call the authors of poetry "EMO"or emotional...i'm sorry but that's a bunch of bull and you all know it. You all came up with that term to categorize those with feelings because you cold heartless bastards have no taste and need to get over yourselves...furthermore if you have something to say just comment i don't mind

I don't give shoutouts anymore but I would like to give thanks to those who helped me through all this and were always supportive...it only takes one word of honesty to create a lifetime of happiness...

For any of you out there that know me well enough, I am truly sorry for being a pest or a problem just because I fell for someone. My heart was engulfed with fear and I panicked...that destroyed any chance of a connection between them and I. I cannot atone for anything but I am hoping that my words can reach those of you before it's too late to make a change...or rather before you feel you can't make a change....

9/22/09
Its been hard lately because of time becoming so scarce around me. There never seems to be enough of it to get things done. My time is shortened and compiled of endless work and rest just to keep up. My friends are the only thing that get me through these troublesome times...even when I know they aren't always supportive.

The latest thing I have written was because of two love tragedies that scorn my judgmentality. From start to finish, it seemed like there was no place for me because in truth it was only I who fell for it...love? Not exactly. True compassion for another yet the saultry taste of inner desire. I may have lost them but I dont believe you are truly meant to keep something if you lose it...if you were then why does it become lost in the first place???

The finality of this write is simply be strong, look them in the eyes, and walk on strong and tall....