This is a place where I would like to post my poetry that I wrote as I was growing up and in college. I was very passionate about it and wanted to do it professionally one day. This is about as far as I will ever get.
Friday, July 29, 2011
motivation? nothing can deliver me to the point where I am where I should be. a point that is serene, where life is as it should. Insanity gnaws on my soul while I tend to my ongoing search for perfection. January 14, 1998
Perfection does not exist. You can stop searching.
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