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I just wrote this poem a couple hours ago.

My inner core is at peace, surronding me is an unpentratable wall of serenity. Upon joining the world confusion and chaos rush in. Although tested my wall remains unscathed. After braving numerous attacks my scars are few. my wall remains

 

nice, and welcome to hip forums.

 

You can feel the freshness of it as you read it, and also a big welcome.

 

thanks guys, i wish it was possible to write for a living, i'd love to

 

EALINE! Your awesome, you know that!

 

josh you are the sunfollower

 

And you are the treeflower!

 

how's that paper going?

 

Well, you see ... I fell alseep ... So it's not done.

 

i only got four hours, i got up to work on it, ahhh

 

oh mayn ... I really don't feel like going to class today. I only have Sociology, so I might just stay home. She always lets us out early, so I spend more time driving to campus than I do actually being in class.

 

i feel the same way but I go anyway, although i'm not sure why. sunfollower i think somehow doing writing for a living would be awesome. Do you think I could pull it off? I would love it but what kinda job would that be, i'm so confused

 

You could be a columnist for the newspaper ... not really creative writing though, like poetry and such. It's really hard to make a living with an art career ... I would love to just get by on painting alone, but you don't get big until you die.

 

urrr, why can't you just do what you love, i've realized nothing makes me as haping as writing does