Me, Alissa who is this girl? In this so flawed world. Im tall but I fall, of course when people knock me down. People say and observe that I show no emotion is it because my heart needs devotion. I laugh, I cry, I get sad, and I get mad behind that is dad. It's not a long story just one word "Left". If we were being honest he's emotionally deft, because his ears would never hear my cries. If I could write one word to describe me and my biological dad I'd say one big "Misfortune". But let's move on this is about me, me, life, and a tree a tree called hope, most of my friends smoke dope. That's just how it is my aunt calls me liz. I'm now 16 I couldn't wait maybe now my stepdad will let me date. Im getting tired this is a fee I don't know what I'm saying this is just me.
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Her poems
RandomPoems that I write in my journal maybe about issues i go through. This is to express how I feel.
