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I'll shut the shades, sitting at home. As night parades, I'll stay alone. My bed facades, monsters that moan.

Today's holiday is Thanksgiving Day, My wish from the wishbone is to pray. For your mother to calm down, she is bad, She speaks only of the good times she had. Like me, Dearest J, she takes medicine, Our souls blazed by an unnamed arson. The fires of insanity spread wildly, She causes you intense pain quite ghastly. I wish I had incombustible keys, That brought a joy to end your miseries. Today, I bring happiness to her life, Because I wish to have you as my wife.    This may be a selfish act I have here,    But I want your life to be happy dear.

The medicine takes strong effect to me, I try to make my life free as can be. Now, I feel the depression sinking in, Try to think happy thoughts over again. Today's simple failures outweighs it all, Making me slink down, I do not stand tall. Standing tall is where I could be right now, What can I do to alter me somehow? Yes, you have heard lies through my teeth, I dig deeper as I try to hide underneath. Under it all, when I come out to peek, Everything be better is all I seek.    The medicine keeps me blanketed here,    Dearest J. hope better for this next year.

I am human, in my world all knowing, Your omniscient thoughts should not be showing. Later than sooner you show fact by fact, As I try to keep my mind all intact. Dearest J. stop trying to hurt my life, You only cause, not me, but you more strife. "Not to hurt me," you say without delay, Running not thinking of the costs to pay. Go have fun and get intoxicated, Just to forget all the things you hated. Please realize this is not the right way, With my rosary, I pray day and day.    I read you like the finest book, you know,    If on my mountain, sanity could show.

Excuse me for my burdens Dearest J., My mind storms with questions I must display. Why must we drive each other crazy mad? It rains so often to make us both sad. When you give to me the loveliest thing, I am satisfied with nothing to bring. The times I have nothing our love goes numb, There on my mountain sits a fool so dumb. A fool for you is a fool true and true, Everything between us is old, not knew. I mean only for the good intentions, Thus, I question and ponder inspections.    Inspecting why I burden you so long,    Of what it is I have truly done wrong.

English IV                                               Appearances do not Matter. My friend doesn't smell nice very often. The lack of bathing or places he goes maybe the reason this. His car is a mess and he doesn't care to keep it clean. The car used to look good. Like most of his things, they are decent when he gets them and poor when he is done with them. I guess him and his things (sometimes his luck) go rotten or sour. That makes it sound like milk. It starts off good, but if you left out it will go rotten or sour. Milk is what I will call my friend. Like I was saying, things aren't looking too good for him. His horrible posture

Brett Roberts English IV How I Consider a Special Place  When I sit here and really think of my special place, the place where I go to be alone or just plain relax, I realize I am teenage boy. What things should I think of? When a person is a teenager, psychologists say, people tend to ask themselves one main question; 'Will my life be worth living?' I overview some stages in my life and realize that my special place sometimes isn't alone.  I think of a special place as with that special someone. Where I can say, "this life might be worth while with them." Then again, I am only and teenager and what would I know? But the way we talk, so