My Own PersonA Poem by HaikustarrForthThis is about me. My own person. And how i go through life everysingle day.
Noone has my life, soul, or dreams. I am my own person. I live my life as time goes by. As I remember all the good things. I have and use my dreams as expitations for myself. I am my own person. I go through life as it passes by me in the cold, rain, or snow, I am my own person. So as i am writing this is to write now i go through pain and happiness everyday. Life is a glory within most of us. As we are our own person.
© 2010 HaikustarrForthAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on November 7, 2010 Last Updated on November 7, 2010 AuthorHaikustarrForthPhoenix, AZAboutI like to express myself with art. Especially when it comes to creativity. I'm outgoing and i like to make friends and meet new people. I love art and poems aka my "Expessation" thats what i call it. more..Writing
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