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Tuesday, June 3, 2008


   Refelection
Reflection

I hear so many laughs.
Memories of goofing-off with people,
Who are just as strange as I am.
Friendly feelings hide behind cruel words.
My “brother” right there when I need him.

I feel so happy,
but I can’t seem to write
Anything that feels right.
I am an artist,
A creative soul.

I so longed to write,
To convey a story about a character I drew,
That no one knew
Anything about.

I wish I could have gotten better sooner.
Maybe I could have finished my stories earlier.

I’m finally truly happy again.
No spouts of depression whilst no one looks,
How can anyone write anything
Good whilst under a haze of sadness?

I’ve defiantly improved as a writer,
Even as a poet,
Even though you may not know it.

I am going to miss this class,
With the exception of
One ass, worth to me,
as much as rotting trash.

I’ll miss Mr. Lee,
One of my favorite teachers, you see…
This class has meant a lot to me.

Aurora Silverwood
Assignment 34

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