It's raining and we don't have any classes. I always forget to write the date. It's September 2009.
I like it when it rains
because it washes away my pain
it sings a lullaby
That I never experience when it is dry.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoezjaIt 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...
