Charlie, after 28 years I still burn hot and ache for you...your touch.....your heart. Remember parking in Fairburn, nightfall, trembling, touching, then....

Ur the emo sk8r dude, I'm the nerdy hippie chick, but ur poem made me feel like we could get past all the bull shit of high school. I <3 U.

I don't care that you call me nasty names, but it does bother me that you have our 7yr & 3yr old call me names....

I pretend to be happy all the time, so nobody will know how depressed I am. For as long as I can remember, I just want to die & be done with the pain.

I have mom she still loves me. She like my mommy& I love how she calls me lovey dovey and took me under her win.g she needs me as i need her. I love her love.