A Journey Into The Mind Of A Teen Baltimorean Poet Who Suffers From Aspergers Syndrome. Just a bunch of orange dots. In the corner of my screen. You seem to be overly confident. All I said was hi. I guess you saw the grief, the strife.

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When Inspiration seems far, I hear silent echoes of words. As they linger across the gist of my heart. Sun rays rains on me. From its higher position, the sun saw my evils. Attling till the tides ebb. Xhorted by the precepts of ubuntu. At this grave I presently stand,.

A mother of three . two young men and a lady. I live in a quiet little town. I hope that by blogging I will grow as a person. and also help others to grow. This is a contact page with some basic contact information and a contact form.

Be too good to be treated bad. Brushes of the painter,.