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Memories


All I need in life is neither family or fame

All that I need is actually something unusual for a person my age

Now you may be thinking, is it a Bible or maybe even a love?

 

It is neither of these things,

For it is something that made me who I am today

It is memories, the good and the bad

 

I was made into who I am because of my past memories

The hurt I went through, the happiness I experienced

Without it I would be nobody

 

I remember back on that scared little girl

Who watched her mom and dad argue every night

The girl who was forced to grow up for her little brother's sake

 

The one who had to face the taunts and harsh words of others at school

The girl who never fitted in with nobody but her brothers

The one who had discovered that her mother had a boyfriend on the side

 

My life was't fair nor was it pretty

I was picked on, shattered, and broken many times

I was forced to grow up sooner than normal

 

But my memories made me who I am today

My memories inspired me to become different than my parents

To dream of having a future unlike my past

 

No I don't need money or fame

Family is important but I don't really need it

All I really need is myself and my memories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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hstewart2002

I am a teenage girl who lives in a small town in Louisiana, the place where I was born and raised at. I love reading and writing poems and stories. My oldest and youngest brothers have autism. I like saying y'all instead of you guys and my favorite food is crawfish. I have never been farther up south than Tennessee. I have three siblings, two older brother and a little brother, making me kinda in the middle and the only girl, which kinda sucks. I want to be either a college professor, a writer, or a teacher when I get older. I have severe OCD to the point where when I write down something I will erase the letters/words that don't look perfect to me and rewrite them again.

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