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Date Posted: 23:49:41 09/20/03 Sat
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Subject: someone who is good in English
Honestly, tell me if this is any good. I wrote it tonight, and it's just like...yeah...my depression is starting to come back, but is it like all, grammactially correct? I'm thinking of like giving it to a teacher or soemthing, so yeah.
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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Guide my safely through the nite
Wake me up with Morning's lite
I'm basically considered the average girl, mabye even above average. I earn straight A's in school, I'm small for sixteen. I have blue eyes, and brownish hair. I wear glasses. I play volleyball, I cheerlead. I'm pale, and I wear normal clothes. Nothing is special about my apperance, but if only they could see inside.
Why don't people realize what I really am? Why don't people realize all the pain, all the sorrow, all the hurt I feel? Why can't people see what all I burry deep inside, within my soul?
I hurt. I am broken, shattered, torn. I act like it's all ok, I stuff it all deeper inside. I try not to let anyone know what's all stuffed inside, because if I show the pain, everyone will see that I'm not perfect.
I feel like everything falls. I mean, everything is perfect, really it is. Nothing is wrong, everything is fine, seriously. I mean, why does it feel like this?
My parents divorced when I was young, I don't get along too hot with my older brother. Normal family life, eh? Then was was I chosen to deal with all this?
At times I feel like I'm hopeless. In all honesty, I feel that God has turned his on me, and I don't know what to do. I seriously feel like I'm going to fall, and get stuck, and that no one can help me.
Now I lay down in my bed
Awful thoughts rage in my head
And if I should die before I wake
Thank you Lord, for my soul you take.
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