Date: 1/24/2009

My poetry

Trying hard to be humble, but i stumble. i reach out 4 u but fumble while i try to unjumble the mumble in my head. Trying to be kind as im leaving behind the answers i cant find for some peace of mind, but peace of mind is a blessing. Shattered and battered, feeling like my life never mattered. But life is what u make it. I was abused by him and used by her but ive refused to let it end me. i confess to be a mess but u wil c il be a success, i will not waste away.

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