A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

[swayingpendulum]

For some reason today, and tonight I have just felt like there are no real people left in the world.With the exception of the few who are dearest to me.I really can not understand why no one can have fun anymore with out a drink in their hand and why violence is cool and the best way to solve things. Why is everyone so desensitized by the world

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[anonymous]

Hey there little lady. I have always avoided reading this for fear of what I might find. However, I must say that I am pleasantly surprised by your depth, maturity, and insight. You are an intelligent young lady, and I see you changing into a young woman every day. It is nice to see that you recognize that this world is not perfect, yet sad, as I wish I could make it perfect for you. And the only advice I can give you is to hang in there. This too shall pass. Keep on keepin on. Enjoy it while it lasts, even though some things are incredibly difficult to enjoy, and it usually gets harder before it gets easier. Despite all this, someday you will look back with nostalgia... even at the tough stuff, and you will learn from it. And I'm sorry if I pick a lot... I guess I do it to keep you in check.. and because only I can. So enjoy yourself, even when it sucks...and remember...
"It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream"
- Edgar Allan Poe

I love you ;-)

[swayingpendulum]

I love you too