*I'm not giving up on my letters, I just had to get this poem out* What Happened She said not to use I or very, or stuff, thing was useless and it all led to excuses, and a terrible rhyme. So he drew it in the sand, and left it for everyone to find only … Continue reading What Happened?
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#26: To My 9th Grade Spanish Teacher
To My 9th Grade Spanish Teacher, I know this will never reach you. I don't even think you work at my high school anymore; so many teachers have come and gone, but I wanted to write and thank you. I wanted to thank you because you gave me something special that no one else gave … Continue reading #26: To My 9th Grade Spanish Teacher
Day 25: Tangents, Phone Calls, and a Right to Be Wrong
The one thing that insomnia doesn't allow for, even though it allows for plenty of introspection, is lucidity. I rant a lot. I go off on tangents which start me at point A, and ends somewhere along point P except without a clear path of how I got there. I mean, why else would I … Continue reading Day 25: Tangents, Phone Calls, and a Right to Be Wrong
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