I'm not good at poetry, but here goes nothing .-. I'll make a... sad poem...
The sun is shining,
and the dog is whining.
The darkness rises,
But the moon brightens.
Though I'm dying,
I'm smiling.
I tumble over in the sand,
And even though I'm back up,
I get pushed down and get forgotten.
But one day,
I will be found,
And you know what?
My skin is cold and I am lying still,
No life at all, left behind.
Of this miserable girl, given the name...
Jenna.(Btw this didn't happen, the sad part of ze poem just popped into my mind.. so. But part of this kinda explains my life.. a bit. Eh.. it's explains my life a lot... I admit it..)

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~ Jenn's Storytime ~
RandomA book that I will update during daytime/midnight... but if I don't update one day or night then I either forgot to update or fell asleep XD Enjoy Skittle Ladies & Gentlemen! ...Will that ever get old? XD