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Like a seed blowing across the wind
In many directions it may go;
Give it time, give it time
Let it sprout, let it sprout;

Step back, keep watch
Let it amaze you;
But don't go too far
Because it needs you;

Give it solid ground to stand upon
Water it with tears of happiness
Shine upon it with rays of love.
It poem I wrote to my mom. Every teenager needs a little space :)
My mind a endless tempest of confusion
Will it ever cease;
Will i find true peace
Of mind, mind this head of mine;

Another day goes on full of confusion.
Malice, hate towards myself;
About things i cant change
That easily;

Contemplation of ending it all;
Or should I go on, keeping strong.
Well I'm a "little" depressed about the situation of the relationships I have with my family.

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