I want to be honest.
I don't think I would be living without my friends
My family can so easily make me feel like crap and don't even know it
They call me mean yet make fun of my color
You can get your yellow behind out of my house
Okay then I've tried multiple ways
It's just
I'm not happy when I'm around them
I always have to do it their way
I'm not happy with them
My family are my friends I feel at most times but I love them
I'm supposed to right
I'm supposed to love them
I'm supposed to love the living
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Heart of Moss
PoesiaThis is a book of my everyday life and what I feel. This is my life and I would love for you to live through it with me. It's from rants, to poetry, to just plain writing. It's bout whatever sucks ass or whatever is unbelievably awesome and whatever...
