Can't sleep at night, and staring at the sealing                                                         Is really quite a bore. My breath always feels tight                                                     And get's more tight as we speak, Now i love to day dream                                         But i barely used to think, sometimes i think im going crazy but                                           I tell my self its just a jink.

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I am an artist,

have you heard? they say i have hands more graceful

then a whole flock a birds

I am an artist,

can't you see? i am an artist but what else might i be?

my talents in my fingers, like piano!, its fun.

but i also i remember its performing i love! 

dancing, and singing, i love it i really do!

but without without my art i don't know

what i'd go through.

i love using different media

from pencils, to, paint!

but all those things are art 

don't you agree?

I am an artist

what else would i wanna be?

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1:I took ballet for a year and i am going back this summer!(yeah i took ballet!!)

2:I gave up meat in 5th grade.

3:I hate bright colors! they get all up in my face!

4:I love lady gaga( she's REALLY weird though)

5:I have already kissed a girl.

6:I quit ballet cause i got made fun of(and cause of cost)

7:im a clepto maniac and sometimes steal stuff from walmart...

8:I collect markers(mostly art markers)

9:I could fill up a 70/100 page sketch in a couple of days if i wanted to lol

10:I have gone bungee jumping and it was terrifying!!

*BONUS*

11:one time when i was little i ate half a chapstick roll with out even feeling sick!(yum tasted like coffee cake!)

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Short poem i wrote. PLEASE DON'T STEAL!!!

Scar

Hurt to heal

Cut to feel

And now i watch myself bleed. 

And even though to hurt is my need

theres one pain i can't bare,

cause even when 

times passes bye the scar still lingers there.

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sitting on the rooftop wondering to myself

why im crying. or if i want help.

its been so long since i last cried and now 

that im doing it, i don't know why

cause honestly i feel fine...

or maybe im just lying to myself 

holding it in and never

letting go.

i get out my sketch pad 

start sketching in pen

i don't want to color cause my

world is grey. 

i can only draw cause 

no one cares what i say.

i stand on to rooftop

the wind at my back 

i used to love the blue skye

but lately i've liked black.

the temporary happiness i feel 

is so fake.

sometimes i wonder if being born was a mistake.

sitting on the rooftop and im crying again

but its a never ending circle and this circle never ends

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1 who are you?:

2 are we friends?:

3 when did we meet?:

4 do you have a crush on me?:

5 have you ever wanted to kick me?

6 give me a nickname and explain why:

7 describe me in one word:

8 what was you're first impression on me?:

9 do you still think the same?:

10 what reminds you of me?

11 if you give anything what would it be?:

12 how well do you know me?:

13 whens the last time do talked

14 have you ever wanted to tell me something you couldn't

15 are you going to put this on you're blog and see what i say about you?:

BONUS question: do you like eating chapstick rolls?

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          smile again a short peom i wrote.

                                "smile again"

                    I smile again when im with you 

                    I also feel really happy to

                    I have fun with you.

                    I laugh at you're jokes.

                    But then i go home

                    And i cut strokes

                    All over my wrist

                    Down to my legs

                    And cut and cut

                    I still don't know when but

                    I'll cut until i can

                    smile again.

                                    NOTE:IM NOT CUTTING ANYMORE! i was just writing about                                               how i've felt before.           

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                             wrote this poem.

                            "Strawberry Scars" 

                        strawberry scars deep and red

                        all to wish away the pain 

                        and dread, constantly wishing 

                        i was dead.

                        strawberry colored scars

                        cut me again.

                        when need more i lock the door

                        and put the razor to my skin 

                        i know when i need it i know when!

                        and know i want to vanish again.

                        lock me in a metal cage 

                        i will not stop 

                        Even if i rage!!

                        my strawberry scars will not go away.

                        when i need to cry tears will not fall

                        i try to escape but theres always a wall

                        why i cry i'll never know

                        i want to leave i want to go.

                        some don't try to know me

                        some do. but there all the same

                        there all selfish all they want is fame.

                        they don't understand my strawberry scars.

                         they don't understand its really hard i just want

                         them to go i think the razor on my skin

                         is the only one that knows.

                         the blood trickles down it feels so right

                         strawberry scar my self to sleep tonight.

                         i know i have it good but life feels so hard.

                         so all i can do is give myself

                         "Strawberry Scars"

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