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Hard Story

I wish you could See past my eyes, Into my mind, And through my lies. I don't know why, It's just too hard. No matter how many times I try. I cannot tell you, I can't express. The way I feel is such a mess. ~Written in 2003 (Monday, 3rd, March) when I was fourteen.~

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/5/2009 12:11:00 AM
I thank you for your comment, Judy.
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Date: 2/5/2009 12:10:00 AM
Thank you Michael. Yes, I think it has become a lot easier to express myself. Writing was a way for me to privately express myself when I was younger, as I was the only person to read almost anything I ever wrote. But over time I've found other mediums of expression wherein I'm willing and able to share my emotions with (special) others, while at the same time being a recipient of them sharing theirs. I've found performing arts, music, photography, & people I feel safe/comfortable with to do so.
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Date: 2/4/2009 1:01:00 PM
A very trying time in life to be a teen, the time you question everything. This poem reflects that emotion well, it flows well, strong emotion asnd message. Good work. Judy Riley
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Date: 2/4/2009 12:55:00 PM
Has it gotten easier? I hope so. You expressed yourself very well for a 14 year old. Excellent writing. Michael
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