I guess I'm like a piece of grass.
I'm important,
Yet no one really cares what I do.
People walk all over me,
And barely notice me when they walk by.
I've been through a lot.
I've witnessed blizzards,
Rain storms,
And the hot summer heat that nearly killed me.
Whatever.
I know I'm important and I know that people need me.
So I'll just live out the rest of my years in peace.
Swaying in the breeze and listening to the birds sing.
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Hello! My name is Alivia and I'm almost 13. I'm a freak! (just thought you should know that. It might help explain most of my posts.) I LOVE music. My favorite song is Killing Me Softly. I like to sing, and I also play the piano and flute. I also do horse back riding. (I know. I'm pretty skilled) I want to publish the books I'm writing and poems that I've created. I think that's all u need to know about me cuz I'm afraid if I tell you too much you might track me down or steal my identity. :)
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