Dear Writer (Part Two)
As I Sit Here In My Jammies I Think Of How Ppl Treat Me.I Think Of How They Look At My Life.
And I Dont Care Of What They Think Of Me Any More.
I Do Wat I Want When I Want But i Still Get In To Trouble :D Sounds Just like Me.
But I Will Never Be The Same.
Every Year I Change.
But Not For Me But for Someone Else.
I Will Always Be Tha Sister To Everyone Of My Sisters.
Like Mitzi Ariel Shelbie And Everyone Else.
fished tomorrow.
Poetry by Brooke Michelle
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Written on 2006-12-03 at 07:23
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