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I don't know if this will count as one of my blogs, but I wrote a poem, so here it is. I usually don't write poetry, but I started writing, and couldn't stop.

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Why are you sick?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I not love you enough?
Talk to you enough?
I tried my best.
I was young; I was afraid.
I wish you could see I was wrong.
I love you now, and I wish you well.
I believe you will fight.
I know you will win.
No one can replace you.
No one loves me the way you do.



I feel this expresses a great deal about my childhood and what I went through with my Dad. It goes from questioning what was happening (when I first heard he was in jail when I was 9) to the present (him being sick).

-I hope this counts as a blog.

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Growing up, I was considered the snob. No one really liked me, but I couldn't understand why. But during 7th grade, a girl told me the reason and I about cried. No wait, I probably did. But in a school of only 40 kids in your class, labels stick with you for a long time. And that is just what happened. I realized I have been the loner for the last 18 years, and I hated it. I finally have friends who except me for me and I love it. I always feel I have someone to go to if I have a problem (other than a boyfriend or sister). Its the feeling of acceptance, of understanding, that I really love. Everyone understands if I'm feeling down, or if I need a hug. I'd do anything for my friends, and I know they would do anything for me.