Your name is like fire it helps me keep warm, but burns if I get too close. You walk with your head high but your heart low. The pain you have seen come is too much to bare so you hide it with a wild laugh, a smile, or even a rude joke. You don’t let people get close, for it would should how much of you life is a hoax. You stay silent when I ask why. You're tired, you're scared. Yet somehow you still tend to fall in love with the wrong girl.
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Tabatha A
I have loved writing sence I was a kid but never really thought about it as a way to make money. I am using a stage name. My real name Is Alesandra Andrade Tabatha. I am very passionate about writing and I hope you take a look at my work.
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