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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hello, Big Man on the campus with his team, Popular to all who know not the canvas of your dreams. The screams from the crowd match the ones inside yourself. Unseen is your identity because you hide yourself... But why? Do not believe you have to be a certain guy. Share your words with the world instead of trying to live a lie. You're a writer with the spirit of a tiger, the brighter remnants of a lion, but trying to be a fighter with one face. Please say Goodbye to all this one way The pigskin is going to end for you someday, but your pen will truly get you someplace! Be brave and bear what only you know you see. The powerful passion pending for properly penned poetry. The alliteration let's you know it's me: The you from seven years coming. Otherwise who could surmise devices get your heart pumping. The literary kind that keeps your brain stem thumping Jumping on your every thought while you're on the field running. From: Your bestfriend drowning before your eyes When you were six and already had a growing sense of pride... You wouldn't let them see you cry! You wouldn't let them see you cry! You blamed yourself, the guilt you kept, And never could answer why It happened... Which caused a snapping You could hardly control Two years later your mom is caged and you were eight years old... Your dad is hardly around He's more whisper than sound The only thing that keeps you sane is the game that you found That barely helps you ease your mind You're hitting people on the line But despite allowed violence You are angry all the time!!!... So, please, write it now. This is what you write about. Because I promise somehow this will help you fight it out. The words will be your only help Trust this along with something else: Writing is Hello to your elation And Goodbye to your former self. 12/27/2012
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