i was born in oregon, with two unmried parents. they fought over me, with my dad winning the battle. i thought life as good, then i started finding the needles. heroin was the name, and pain was all the game. my father was a good man, but i could not live with him, i was homless, i was hungry, i awas thirsty, i wanted love. i moved allot, letting fate take me wherever it willed. now i am still moving, at one of my relities houses now, i have come to realize that the world can be realy crule, sometimes, i feel like i cant make it, then i see a little act of good and a little bit of innocence, and i know their is still hope. my writting always pulls me through. but at age 14, i know my journey has just begun.
she smiles to hide what is inside
she hides whats inside bacause shes scared
scared to let the world know
that she hurts
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i trusted you
i took your hand
you led me into a world
i couldn't understand
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how can someone
feel no remorse?
take ones life,
for no reason at all,
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