Heather A. Inman

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on a boat in the middle of the atlantic
we get a call that makes me frantic
shes dead, to myself i think
it hurt so bad im on the brink
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it flows throught me with the contajuous rythme that makes me want to yell
it creeps under my skin and makes me stronger
it pounds in my ears releasing all prior thoughs
it erases all feelings other than happyness
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Heather A. Inman Biography

I am twelve years old, my favorite poet is Edgar Allan Poe. I love to read and help people with their poetry, as well as receiving criticism and complimenting others.)

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Faults

Why is it that when trying to do something nice it blows up in my face? Yes, it's my fault, not just that, but everything in the world. It seems that every problem is caused by something i did. From the polar ice caps melting to someone loosing their lunch money. Sure I am at fault for somethings, but why is everything blamed on me? For what reason am i at fault? What did I do to upset the universe? I have grown to know that people like the blame others for their mistakes and i have learned to not care what people do, unless i personally effects you. And even then careless than u normally would.

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