The names Brenda B. I hoped to always be a poet as a young kid. Still at a young age my goal remains the same. I hope to publish great books one day. Ive come here hoping my dream comes true. I hope to grow a strong intellegent young woman and become a journalist.
The light is dimming.
I'm getting weaker.
My breathing gets harder at every breath.
harder.
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I'm headed to the end of nowhere...
with nothing here
and everything to fear.
Headed to the end of nowhere...
...
The decietful lies,
from those decietful eyes,
the decietful crys,
they call to me...
...
The under cover me is living a dream.
No where to go, no place to be.
The world gets so crazy then there's no room for me.
I'm hiding in the shadows from hate and fear..
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