I love to write


I don’t really mind

If I don’t finish first

And its no big deal

If my form is the worst

It’s really OK

If you’re better than me

Because I think my way

Is the right way to be

Writing helps me make sense of being me. I like being me, but it hasn’t always been that way. I had problems with my looks, making up lies about reality, buying too many things, selling too many things, saying stupid things (I am a little ADD), and thinking way too many things. I am good now, never perfect, but really happy.


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