this is meA Poem by HeatherI'm going through a hard time. I sit in my room most of time. I throw things around. Just to calm me down. There is no point being angry at every one. When you are just going to be outdone. I start to cry. And I know it's time for me to squeeze by. I thought you said it was going to be easy. But I guess you were wrong cause it ain't breezy. Listen in to your heart. And you might find the right part. Why am I breaking apart? All at the heart. © 2012 HeatherAuthor's Note
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