Problems, by Maren Subscribe to rss feed for Maren

Some people  draw,
some people cry,
some get lost in different worlds,
some are trying to find words.

some people sing,
some people shout,
some take drugs,
and some work out.

some people talk,
some people smoke,
some cut themselves,
and some throw up.

some people drink,
some people fight,
some look for danger,
and some feel anger.

some people kill,
some people steal,
some become quiet,
and some can't stop.

everyone has his way 
to deal with them,
so have you ever wondered
what was mine? 
Posted: 2005-05-08 01:07:18 UTC

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