Myself

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  • Happiness

    Myself
    AS I SMILE
    I’M GLAD
    TO BE HERE ALIVE
    TO TOUCH SEE HEAR
    I AM EVEN GLADER
    TO SMELL THE WIND
    AS IT HIT ME UPSIDE MY HEAD
    I AM A WINNER NOT A LOSER
    I PLAY WITH PRIDE
    I STAND TO RIDE
    U CAN PUT ME BOWN
    BUT MY SELFESTEEM IS AWAY HIGH
    ISAY WHAT U WANT
    I RUN MYSELF ME NOT U
    I GOT PRIDE
    I BELIVEING MYSELF
    NOT U OR ANYONE ELSE
    CAN STOP ME FROM BELIVEING MYSELF
    HATE ME OR LOVE ME
    I DON’T REALLY CARE
    ABOUT UR FEELING
    MINE MATTER THE MOST

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    litldeer commented on Myself

    02-03-2009

    Very nice imagery. You are beautiful - remember that.
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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