i don't have much to write about. the only reason i'm writing is because i have writers block and am writing and important paper. it's for my heath class. i'm writing about our obese child Ping-Pang. i know its bad, but just wait till you hear the rest of the family, the dad is Jesus and the mom is Jen... we are terrible people...
time for the poem.
this one is by Alan Vigor and is titled On the Edge
Mind like mush
brain in turmoil
control breaking down
isolation and pain
emptiness and hate
for far too long
this has been my fate
throw me a lifeline
a miracle or rope
to get through this life
or at least give me hope.
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