I am seventeen. I have no awards on my wall, no honors in my name, and enough power to only live on. I draw, it is my life and is the only thing I know that helps me get through the day. In my years I have only earned titles, and none of the are good. I spent four years trying to be remembered and two to forget. This is the story of my symbol, my number, my overall being... 78.
I was born in a small town. Lived there for a year and then spent most of my prepubescence in Las Vegas. It is a town of broken hopes, dreams, lust, and greed. I met my first "love" in kindergarten or first grade. Her name was Margret... She split factions with me the next year when at the age of seven, I joined a group or gang of six or seven boys... We called it "The Midgets" and we were harsh and cruel to the rival much smaller gang "The Sailor Moon Club". It had a few girls in it including Margret. Now for the record, yes everyday I watched bits of Sailor Moon. There's no point in denying it. Well also in this club there was my second female friend, Kielly Bade.
To be Continued...
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Staying up late at night is not good for ones health. Then again, I'm in between states of being, and basically fade in and out, sometimes making perfect sense, and other times I'm caught Blathering about flowers, love, and our place in the universe
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