Gerard wrote everything his old diary, from his troubled times to when he saw the towers fall. Over 10 years later Gerard finds his diary and is surprised with what he reads.
Sometimes you have to give up the most important things in life to make it better.
Auditions for a story I have been thinking of doing. Might happen might not, time will tell.
But in a way it's alright, cause we are born to die.
A poem I had to write about war and after war deaths when I was around 11. First time posting.