Entry: just bend the pieces till they fit. like they were meant for it, but they werent made for this. Jan 4, 2004



heres a poem i had to write for english. R@r.

Avery N.


I AM a boy who thinks too much.
I WONDER about the future.
I HEAR songs and phrases that bring back memmories and strike up feelings.
I SEE a sea of possibilty.
I WANT to learn how to fly.
I AM a boy who thinks too much.
I PRETEND to know what im doing.
I BELIEVE in other people more easily then in myself.
I TOUCH dreams and hope to grab onto them.
I FEEL for the first time.
I WORRY too much.
I CRY in moderation.
I AM a boy who thinks too much.
I UNDERSTAND only a handfull of my own thoughts.

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