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My Life


To whom it may concern, or am I a concern to anyone besides my family?

I am told to on a daily basis do not do that, do not speak like that, when have

regulations been so strict upon young adults? I do not recall, all my life

I have been told what to do and how to act, but what if I am done acting and behaving

in the form you wished me to do, it will dissapoint you

but I feel as if I am doing that already...a rose's life seems perfect right? Blooming 

in the spring and all year long we jsut see the surface of the flower the outer layers, I am 

a rose, a rose with layers, layers that which you only see the surface, but not what

is in the inside a white rose has a dark shadow I have been told, my shadow however is 

the only thing that knows me in the inside and it only abandons my in the darkness which

is fine because I know that it will be with me the next day...

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