Atlanta Diaries

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As I sit here, writing this this poem to you

I've deciced to gift you with the truth

No preamble or bush-beating for me

I hope, your one of the few who can see

I'm not a package worth the title of collectable

Ripped open and tampered from past "missions"

I've found that at times I'm rejectable

My heart has been wracked by countless fissions.

Not to say I don't see my beauty

Of that I am fully aware

Though I am grounded with modesty

To handle me I suggest you prepare

I can be a handful, or so I've been told

I perfer the term: simply-complex

To be honest, I'm just looking for a hand to hold

Someone to stick with me, even if perplexed

I'm a strong girl, and this has been proven

I smile through the pain, and keep my head high

No matter what has been spoken

I don't so much as sigh

But in reality, I dont like the weight on my shoulders

I wonder how I'm still standing

As I carry my own boulder

I wonder when it will end, the reprimanding

My idenity holds more than angst

I'm one with my inner-child

Laughing is held high in my ranks

ans when it comes to randomness, im wid.

So here it is, the basics  of me

Take all the time you nee to think

Here I stand young, wild, and free

Just remember I could be gone in the time it takes to blink.

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