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My Last and Final Offer To Give. (Please Read Ok!)I am terribly sorry for this.
I didn't want to speak this, but I must.
My last one is here.
I am so sorry everyone.
If the majority of you people even have an sympathy for me.
I mean come on don't you think people have had enough of trying hard and they are barley getting no where.
If this isn't getting me anywhere in reality.
My needs for this is are invisible to mankind sights.
Y'all sights are on totally different subjects that are on anything good in minds.
Is it something wrong with me.
Am I a bad writer, a bad artist...WHAT! because I am getting sick of be isolated so much that I am tempted to get writing these kinds of poems.
My poems should be more of happiness, but the small pain inside of me is suffering kind of badly.
And I cannot stand forward and keep taking this pressure any longer than it is now.
If no one is bothered by me, then I am gone. My art is gone. My... I don't know. Just gone for good. Nothing left in me for me to say. Because I have used every little word to d
Why must he leave?The pain hurts.
To see one of my loyal friends leave me without a goodbye.
I understand the predicaments you are facing, because I know how it feels to go through the,.
I did not know your full story.
Only if had stayed you could of told me more of your incredible stories.
But it was to late to be true.
Bye friend. Forever
Thanks. :D Thank you ever so much for lighting my day up a bit.
I am glorified at what you have told me just now.
I wish there were more people like you.
But unfortunately, its not as much as you.
I wish there was, but it is not.
My Gosh I need more people like you in my life.
To help me through hard times.
Even know families are for that mostly.
But friends are to as well.
Just one more thing.
Thanks for helping a friend out.
I appreciate it so much.
Thank you ever so much!
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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