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by Aeisha Lee May 11, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
People always try to stop me. Roses are suppose to be alive. Over and over I tell myself don't run. But unfortunately I do. Life is always going to be hard. Everyone makes it that way. My life, Why do others make my dissuasions? Sometimes i don't want to go home at all.
by Aeisha Lee
I know how you feel when you wrote this poem.