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Guilt is my conscious Continuously a reminder Of what’s right, and what’s wrong Guilt is my enemy. It won’t leave me I can’t let go Guilt is my friend. It’s always there Especially when I least expect it Guilt is my life My life is guided by it I have learned from it

Chocolate chip cookies think they are the boss of me They’re always calling me Demanding my attention Ordering me to fetch a glass of milk Chocolate chip cookies act like I need them They are there when I need them Especially for comfort And to satisfy my sweet tooth Chocolate chip cookies feel as though they are important For a special occasion For making your day a little brighter Or just to make you smile

Here I am, sitting at school Ok, I guess it's kind of cool When im happy, I raise my hand high But when im sad, im rather shy The question is, "why am i so sad?" It could be anything, even the death of my dad But that's not it, he's still alive Im just not sure how i'll survive When I was born, my mother was young And by age two, there marriage was done When I turned four, everything changed My whole story got rearranged My step-mom had touched my heart I couldn't imagine us being apart But once again, there was a divorce My spirit was shattered by this of course It was awfully hard to understand But God reached out and took

My favorite place, is my home with a smell of fresh cookies and on the lawn, a garden gnome My favorite place is in my bed with a comforting blanket and a place to rest my head My favorite place is in my dreams where I decide the current theme My favorite place is in my thoughts its where I go if my feelings are in a knot My favorite place is in your arms where i feel safe and away from harm My favorite place is in your heart where I feel loved and were never truly apart

The heat, the sun, the smell of dead grass Frying an egg on the sidewalk The pool gets up to 90 degrees And there’s always sweat in my socks Air conditioning is too expensive And the fans don’t work very well Disneyland is always packed When will it be over? No one can tell The sun is always beating me With its burning heat I think ive got a sunburn And I have itchy feet Finally it’s almost over And schools about to begin And I stress not only about going back to school But the fact I have to go through summer again