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i itch everywhere and all these bugs are coming at me like crazy and i don't even know how they're getting to me. it really sucks, but right now, since they were on for a while, they're starting to actaully heal.
we went to the science museum today, me and my family, and at the science museum they have this star wars exhibit where they got all the costumes and sets and all that other stuff from the movies. but what sucked was that we had to have seperate tickets that we already paid for to get in. it was just dumb cuz you don't have to do that with all the other exhibits. but still, i see why they did it that way cuz like there were so many people in line waiting to get in the exhibit. so i guess it wasn't that bad.
i'm bored so i'm going to try to write poetry. it's not exactly my strong point and ususally i only do it for school. but depending on the kind of poem, i can be good at poetry. they sometimes suck though. oh well, here it goes:

the wrath of vengeance (free verse poem):

we were once great friends
we accepted each other for who we were.
you liked black, and i liked white.
you liked cold, and i like warm.
you liked the rain, and i liked the sun.
you were bold, and i was shy.
but to us, those differences didn't matter,
because we thought we'd be together
forever.
but as time flew by,
as we had already been together for a long time,
you began to change.
you started to push me out
and surround youself with things that made you higher.
while you descended into the air,
out of the dark well we were in,
you left me behind.
i was alone to face the dark and the creatures that lurked within it.
i boiled with anger,
and my rage broke me free.
now i am here, putting to use what i have to raise me up higher than you.
you keep going, and i keep fighting.
i don't think i quite understand you.
you're taking my life with each step i take, and i suddenly realize that
with this vengeance,
this rage,
this envy and blindness,
it's not worth it. i have put in the wrong kind of effort.
my days of revenge are now over,
and i started over with my life.
i have found great success, but i watch in horror
as you are blind to forgiveness
and keep going with the old life.
you like black, and i like white.
you like cold, and i like warm.
you like the rain, and i like the sun.
you are bold, but i am strong.