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• 1989-01-20
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• Canada
Member Since
• 2005-03-07
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• Student
Real Name
• Greg

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Anime Fan Since
• I've always thought anime is pretty cool.
Favorite Anime
• Gundam Wing
Goals
• To become a singer or an actor.
Hobbies
• Singing, writing poetry and lyrics, hanging out with my friends, talking on msn, playing Rugby for my school
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• Singing, writing, linguistic skills, comforting people.




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Sunday, May 15, 2005

   Thirteenth Post
Well this weekend has been ok, nothing really great about it, nothing went as planned. My dad leaves tonight to go to Brandon for 2 days for work. I never liked when he leaves but it doesnt hit me like it used too when I was younger. I really miss moo anguelos and I really want to see her today. I have even devised a plan so that I can see her tonight but it probably wont work. A man can dream tho lol. Anyway right now I am just on msn hoping she will come online lol. Here is a poem I wrote yesterday, tell me what you think if you want.

Type: Poem
Title: N/A

What is happening to me,
What is this pain I’m feeling,
What is going on,
Inside the maze that is my mind.
Why is it that one minute,
I can feel so strong so invincible,
And the next minute,
I find myself breaking down,
And unknown tears,
Seem to come to my eyes,
And my soul seems to ache,
With every breath that I take,
And I feel myself begin to shake,
As I see the man,
That I have struggled to become,
Drift away and leave in his place,
A frightened little boy,
That I thought I had left behind.
A little boy who yearns only to be loved,
And who tries to act tough,
When his life seems so rough.
A little boy who’s heart is to big,
And too fragile as well.
A little boy that I tried to leave behind,
For fear that this world,
Would break his fragile heart,
And that the darkness in this world,
Would corrupt his gentle soul.
And when I see,
The boy I was,
And the man I am,
I can’t help but wonder,
If the world has already won.
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