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A Talk To Myself Paper: Writing

I went to the dentist today. I hate going to the dentist. Not because of the things they do. Because my mom. I normally get only compliments but one complaint and my mom is quick to scream at me. I had a break from the dentist for about 5 years. When the dentist checked my teeth he said I had three cavities. My mom over exaggerated to the dentist saying I never brush my teeth. LIKE IF I DON'T BRUSH MY TEETH THAN WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING WITH THAT STICK AND PASTE IN THE BATHROOM?? I than told the doctor that no, I brush my teeth one to two times a day. My mom is just trying to make me look bad. I can't with my mom anymore. Also, Ivan waited in the car while my mom and I were in the car. He finessed my Cheetos while I was in there.

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I am doing Dreambox again. That's all. I had an apple this morning and I thought of this:

An apple a day keeps the doctor away

But It sure doesn't keep the dentist out of say

I know! Applaud me! It was the best poem you have ever heard. Actually no. It's not. It's not even my best poem. My best poem is:

Writing

/ˈrīdiNG/

noun

The activity or skill of marking coherent words on paper and composing text.

As in my writing is the key to a doorway of possibilities

As in I write all my feelings down, word by word, page by page

As in Pick a Page, Press some Words on it and call it Writing

As in my writing is for me to understand

As in my writing means a lot to me, me only,

I think...

As in my writing enlightens others apparently

As in I write like my pen came to life

As in I write a million words a day, each has a meaning

As in sometimes I write pretty ugly words, ones I wouldn't use day to day, night to night

As in all this writing is overwhelming,

it makes me go Woo when I am done reading it all

As in my writing is mine

Yeah, I wrote that garbage. Lol. I made that poem after my version about my poems wasfinished. I change my poem about my dance for that. I would have done better onthe dance poem. Well I guess... oh well...    

"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing."                                         -Benjamin Franklin

+This chapter seems long but it really is not.. SORRY!! I am trying to make them longer...