I eat my pride and take a deep breath.
I walk kilometers.
I do bunch of homeworks.
I always love to nag.
But I just give up and then
shrug.
I take chances,
I make troubles.
I get careless.
Artworks I create
but my ego always breaks
Good comments I always say
My life to be meaningful, I pray.
There are times that I utter white lies
Wishing all will be well.
There are times I badly want to cry.
But with the help of my friends I try.
To be the center of attention I fear.
Jaan's cheeks I kiss.
To endure everyday's struggle, I wish.
I dream.
Unforgettable memories, I keep.
So then happiness will I only feel.
I give.
I like.
I fall.
I laugh.
I love.
I live.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PuisiIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...