life.
We live then we die.
we cry then we are happy.
some die inside but are still here
life is a bitch
life is moody
why worry what others think or say when your not going to be here for long?
why worry what others are wearing to match if your not going to be here for long?
why not work on you instead of their lifes?
the more you worrie and work on others the less time you have to work on your self and the less time you have to build your self a life.
the whole time you had to fix your self you were to busy working on someone else.
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babymama18
ever since i was younger i have written poetry. all i need is a few words i can turn that in to a poem. i can write poems better than anything. i am a mother of a child i life to the fullest of my life!
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