This is not a story.
This is not a poem.
These are not marvelous drawings.
Or beautiful art.
This is just a feeling that I've come to experience.
It could be a heartache.
It could be a lost dream.
It could also be things I can't redeem.
But it can be things I found.
Things that I adore.
Goals that I want to achieve.
And dreams I want to reach.
Its your choice to read it.
But its my choice to write and share it.
Good Luck
and
Good Bless.
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Why I wasn't important.
Why I wasn't worth it.
Why I was invisible.
Why I gave up.
Why I hate myself.
Why I am alone.
Why I got rope.
Why I got a chair.