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Haha so it seems as if I died for a bit on here. I've just... well i can't say I was busy because I never really do anything at all. Hmm... well I just haven't been on the computer much. Dad is home from kuwait until the fifth. It was weird adjusting to him being back, and now he's gonna be gone again soon until june.
So I got this new ebook for christmas. I'm using it right now to type this. I can almost compare it to an ipad. I'm really happy with it. And the books on it are really cheap. The most expensive one I've vseen was only about ten dollars

Momma

Dunno what inspired this one. Its basicly a girl's last words to her mom who is a drunk and I dunno haha. I was bored.

To Momma, this is for you,
This is my goodbye,
This ain't no apology,
Because Momma I ain't sorry,
Not for making these my last words.
You may call it a sin,
But Momma I call it a new beginning.
You may not even care,
After all you never did before,.
Now Momma you have to notice,
If only to forget later,
Another bottle in your hand,
The Momma I couldn't stand.
You always left me at home,
A little girl trying to play house,
Because 'Momma' was a title you couldn't handle.
So read this and remember,
The daughter beyond your reach,
Because Momma I'm done trying,
And Momma never needed me.

Currently untitled poem... Can you think of a good title?

You said you remembered me,
And knew what we could be,
But what you didn't say,
Was at the end of the day,
Nothing I could ever do,
Was ever good enough for you.
I couldn't see,
What you were doing to me,
I thought I was to blame,
That I should feel the shame,
But now I look back,
And I see all you lack,
Because the fog that made me blind,
Is far out of my mind,
Now I'm done with the strife,
Because I've moved on with my life.