Nevertheless I posted a wannabe-poem. Need I say I'm somewhat irritated?


Thunder breaking the skyAs I sit and watch the thunderstorm from my roof I wonder what my actual purpose is. I wonder what to do with my life, what to say to the people I'd like to know better and what to say to those I want completely out of my life, world and universe. I wonder if my love will just continue blooming or if it will eventually need a base to grow on.Thunder breaking the sky
I'd say I'm pretty competent. Or at least I've grown to be over the last few years. Life has been a little rough, not only in the edges but in the sides, the middle, over and under. Quite like a worn shirt.
But it hasn't worn me down. It has merely been an appetizer, letting me


One of those daysYou don't want to live Life seems like a shadowOne of those days
Ever covering the rays of sun Making day night
And night bottomless The deapth of your misery And the mark of your tears Either seems unbearable And you long to sleep
And you try Over and over again But every time you close your eyes The nightmares creep across Terrifying and painfull And all of sudden Your only sanctuary became Your torment


What is love?I am not perfect.What is love?
I get boring Dull, if you may Like the gray clouds on a Sunday afternoon The colour, the feeling Dull, if you may
I get depressed I get sick all the time Fever, coughing, aching But underneath it all I just yearn for your touch
I get annoying Not knowing who I am Teasing you when you're mad Craving attention Almost like a child
But, my dear
I am an individual I live and I breathe I am special to the core
And at times, my dear
Only you see me You l
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When all the other girls were crying, I was learning to laugh.
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i'm a million different people from one day to the next.
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xxx
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When all the other girls were crying, I was learning to laugh.
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So the Light became alive and manna became Man.
Eternity stepped into Time, so that we could understand.
I hope to see you again in my gallery!
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Valentina Blasi Photography
I'm sorry, but I cannot reply and thank you all because of the filter which doesn't allow me to post too many messages in a row!
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When all the other girls were crying, I was learning to laugh.
(Sorry if I already said this in a reply.)
You're bilingual, right? And to think you can writer in a language that's not your native. You don't know how jealous I am.
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
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