A story about the poor kid Billie, who has a poor live. But one day it all changed.

A poem.

A poem open to interpritations.

I hate it when they leave.

A long-errr journal entry.

A girl estimated around ages of 14 to 16 doesn’t remember her home, family, or her name.

Why Being Negative Hurts The Ones You Love And The Ones You Just Happen To Encounter.

Poem I Made For My Girlfriend, When She Was Having Doubts.

We were friends since a young age. Her mom and my mom were friends, you seen one you seen another. Everyone thought we sisters. Until we got older in our senior year and one of us start to change and one of us still wanted to be a young lady. There is nothing wrong with change if it’s for the good of the ones you love.

When a young bull has a love for steak, it gets messy.