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Hey my name is Kayla. I blog because I want my memories kept. I don't blog daily, so don't bother to check every single day. I blog when I want to, so no complaining. Please, if a topic on my webiste seem's to upset you, deal with it silently and alone. Don't involve me. Be warned that this is my blog and be prepared that anything can be written so don't even bother complaining. I know most of my readers are from my school, if you are curious or have something to say about my blog, ask me online. I'd rather not be put on the spot and explain myself. I'd rather no one ask at all, but hey, people can be purpous. I have a few bestfriends, you know who you guys are. Enjoy your stay.



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My first poem in four years...go easy on me
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Today I just got very inspired to write, sure it's not the happiest poem in the world, but, it's how she makes me feel almost everyday. So like...go easy one me, it's been a good four years or so.


Normally I’d smile
But I can’t find the will anymore
Usually I’d be happy
But you took it away

With your harsh words
And cruel stares
You took away who I was
And who I might have been

Every mistake
Every flaw
You hold me down for
And yell until I break

My tears are your satisfaction
My anger is your prize
My depression is your trophy
My hurt is your pride

One day you’ll see
What exactly you’ve done to me
When I reach my breaking point
Just know you’re the cause.

So yeah, that is pretty much it. I know it's not the normal ryhmey poem, but it's all I got.


{/5:41 PM}
Typed by Yours Truly.
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