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Keeping this page up because a lot of people have found it inspirational.
Since 2006 when I made this page a LOT has happened. Not all of it good, not all bad either because in 2011 here we sit 5 years later and I'm still alive!
Married, 4 kids, huge house, great job.
Never give up, because you will get it all as long as you try hard and work towards your dreams.
One thing I learned is that when I fought, I lost. When I worked toward a goal, I got there.
Being nice, and looking out for the needs of others made sure my needs were taken care of because of the amount of respect people have for those who respect and are kind to other's needs as well.
Don't be ashamed of anything in your life, change it. If you can't change it, be proud of it because despite what others think you're still awesome.
Contate me
In Death
She was gone, a flower, so beautiful and innocent.
Confused, mysterious and dazzling.
She died here last night, she had been dying all along.
The question, was she ever truly alive, did she have the chance to live.
After 23 years of suffering, she slips away.
Her last breath cried forget me, love me, forget me.
The pictures, the words, all that are left.
Not even a body did she leave to mourn.
Last night I killed myself.
I cried for hours at my funeral.
This a eulogy, the greatest tribute ever written for her,
never acknowledged so much as taken for granted in the past.
Avoided, hated, now at rest.
When was she really born, when the truth was unacceptable.
No one loved me, no one understood me. No one wanted the child.
No one would play with him, no one would listen. No one would see.
He knew, he knew everything.
God was wrong, people were wrong, but he's so small, no one sees him.
No one believes him.
He is hurt, and tired he is defeated.
He puts on his fathers shoes, puts up his hood and disappears into the crowd, satisfied.
Unnoticed, but they don't see her.
She has him, trapped, frustrated. He acts out, he hurts others, it's not their fault they can't see him.
He killed her last night, she bled silently begging, love me, forget me, love me
He cried for the first time. They were tears of joy.
He was born last night, he was waiting so long, inside watching. Finally free.
Look at me, see me, I am here. I can't hide any longer.
It has been suffering, a long war between two. Only one true self can be. She was killing me, now she is gone, she is dead. Miss her, cry over her, Love her, forget her. She was never real. Here I stand, accept me for I am the truth.
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