Up All NightA Poem by +Naomi+I sit in my freshly messed bed, covered in only a thin blanket. I will not sleep, I tell myself. I will wait till the sun has risen. Then I shall feel. The blinding light will pour in through my open blinds. I will scream, as if being burned to a crisp. My mother will run up. Look at me. And go back to the TV. .......... I shouldn't even try to get her attenton anymore...
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11 Reviews Added on April 30, 2011 Last Updated on April 30, 2011 Author+Naomi+Chicago, ILAboutHey. I'm Naomi Williams. I'm 13 years old and have been writing since...well ever since I can remember. I tend to write some really weird poetry that usually comes out of what I'm feeling at that mome.. more..Writing
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