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Liz Murphy Sep 2010
Have you ever had no clue what to think?
You know what you should think.
But it's not completely what you do think.
Well, imagine that, then imagine it never ending.
This is how I feel.
All of the time, it seems.
I'm tired of it.
It's not fun anymore.
I need you to tell me what to think.
That is all I need.
Knowing what you think would also be helpful.
But for now all I ask of you is this;
Tell me what to think.
Liz Murphy Sep 2010
Tonight--
I freaked out.
This is not okay.
Not good.
What if.
What if?
What if!
Then I think about you.
Your tough.
You've got your protection.
You've got him.
I smile.
I can't help it.
You will be okay.
I accept that.
I hope you don't need him.
But I know if he has to be there,
He will be.
And that, is all the comfort I need.
Liz Murphy Sep 2010
In life, there are many things we have in common.
The first thing all of us have in common is this
All of us are in the womb about nine months, and born.
Then we go through the childhood stages
We take our first steps.
We go through the terrible twos.
We ride a bike.
Most of us go to some sort of kindergarden.
Then an elementary school.
Then we hit middle school.
For me in little old Nebraska I was a seventh grader.
Some of us go in sixth grade, maybe even earlier.
There we "date" for some of us.
Some of us die our hair black and put in piercings.
Some of us wear makeup.
But no matter what you find some of your best friends there.
Highschool comes around.
Being a freshman, I'm  not gonna lie,
Kinda scary.
Got your whole life ahead of you.
Then some of us drop out.
Some of us graduate and move on in the game of life.
Go to some sort of military, navy, air force, or other.
Some of us move on to be a doctor or a lawyer.
Some of us become accountants, or inventors.
Then we get through college, or whatever we chose to do,
And we get married,
Have children,
Or party.
If we have children we move on again.
Our children go through the same cycle.
This time, if they advance to children,
They are your grandchildren.
This my friends is the stages of life,
And you are bound to go through them.

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