As I become some silent reminder of the past,I write my sorry pittiful thoughts containing nothing ,but the sorrow and lies that are told to my very doomed soul. I know nothing ,but the truth.That might very well be lies all in them selfs. So I sit here typing beliving what I tell you is true. Most of my work is poety for I can not bring my self to write anymore then small paragraphs.All in all I find that I might very well be a dark person traped inside a teenage girls body looking for peace within my own writing , for that some day someone might like my writing and tell me there thoughts.
by the way... I am tracie.. i live for music and writing.. I Dream of becoming a writer... but no one has an opinion on my writing .... this makes me sad inside...
WITH FRIENDSHIP TRACIE YOST...
PS.. GIGGLE...:)
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