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[aid] => mick
[title] => ALWAYS MOVING
[time] => 2004-06-01 22:04:32
[hometext] => THIS IS JUST ABOUT BEING YOUNG AND LIVING HERE AND THERE AND AND HATING EVERY MOMENT OF IT....HARDTIMES SURVIVED
[bodytext] => here is sit pondering my life once again trying to figure out why this life is full of sin doesn't anyone really care if IM happy or not will i always be the little girl that her mother forgot why does she leave me in all these houses why cant i go home my brothers are there and IM here all alone wondering and hoping that here i will be left alone hopefully some kindness to me will be shown but here i sit sharing a room with her son i sleep on the top bunk and him on the bottom one so scared at night i would wet the bed and just take the covers and cover my head i wish some times she would take me home and let me stay why does it always have to be this way me staying here and there with who ever she can pay where is the fairness when will i get a say how did i end up here with these people i barely know i can only wonder how long it will be before i have to go atleast i was left alone and not bothered at all id just lay up in my bed and crawl up in a ball i wasn't there long and the reason i cant remember real clear but my next stop was my grandma who i called momma dear a safe house a haven some where that i loved to be you see my moma dear she really loved me i wasn't the favorite that much i really did care but she loved me and she treated me fair and this time my brothers and i were together in her house and i didn't have to be the timid little mouse but like all houses she had her rules do what your told and make sure you go to school we lived there for a time and it was OK my mother dropping by gifts to us and money to pay our way my dad was alive then and he would come and visit too those were my happiest times through and through breakfast lunch and supper to it was like being a part of something i could get use to but the time came for me to leave there and this was once again where i could end up anywhere [comments] => 1 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 65 [informant] => desire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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