I'm Amy and i'm pretty abnormal. I'm not perfect and I'm weird but hey that's just me.
I'm pretty different and I have a passion for poetry. Words just come sorta easily to me. Though I think about writing more than I actually do.
Read, Vote, and Comment I truly would love some feed back.
P.S. Here something I wrote for someone, but i'll be happy if it helps someone else too: (if you're comfortable, leave a message of how this helped you in anyway)
"You know how they say that life has its ups and downs? But there's always going to be a light at the end of the tunnel? Well this is your down. Downs are suppose to hurt, they're suppose to take the pain, the anger, the betrayal, the disappointment, and the fears all at once, they're suppose to bring you down to the point where you cant see the light. But it takes a strong person, such as yourself, to look for the light. To find the light and exploit it for everything its got. To find a sense of happiness inside that dark tunnel where happiness shouldn't be. There's always going to be people, ALWAYS, to try and stop you from finding your happiness. But you have to say to yourself, what would I rather, my life be filled with, a big space full of darkness or a space of happiness that takes you a little while to find? Only you will be able to determine the answer." -Amy
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Description: © by Amy White (SitDownAndThink) 2014. All rights reserved. ❝Come to a land of the mighty Come to a land of the great Come to a land of the fallen And come to the land of the hate Come to the land of the happy Come to the land of delight ...
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