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Name: Aimee (pronounced ah-mee)

Age: 20

Location: Brazil, Indiana

Gender: Female

Height: 4'11"





With me, writing has never been something I just do. It is something I am dedicated to. Writing is what I live for.

When the rest of the world gives up on me, the pen is still there. And if the pen has given up on me too, I will find a burnt stick and scratch my thoughts into the pavement.

When the rest of humanity fails to see the beauty in everything, I am here to pick it up and appreciate it.

I am here so that I can keep the flame of literature alive.

Poetry isn't something you just do.

It is you.



I may look like just another one of society's tarted up casualties; but understand this : I am different.

I find it hard to live the day to day.

Not because I'm lazy or that I want to just "get by" and let everyone else pay my way.

It is because I'm afraid. Afraid of giving up on the magic and succumbing to "the climb". You know, keeping up with the Jones'.

The desire for the American dream is not in me, so maybe I won't lose myself.

But that fear... is very strong.





I wish I could just live in my little house with everything I love. I would learn and I would write. I would dream. And I would remain untainted by this world.





I have a fear of growing up, getting older, becoming watered down.





Like everyone else, I have my own cute little set of problems.

Openly, I have suffered from anorexia and bulimia.

Anorexia : 8 years

Bulimia : 5 years

I've tried recovery, and bulimia is gone for good.

But the other? Not so much.

I know it hurts the mind and the body. I could care less about the physical. I'll be sick if I can be happy. I do worry, however, about what it'll do to my mind. If I'll lose some of my talent because of this obsession.

I believe though, I need a certain amount of tragedy to keep going. If things are going too well, I will mess them up just to feel comfortable. I am weak and I love the familiar. This is what I know.

So maybe now you'll understand some of my poetry a little better.




I am not an egotist.

But I believe I'm destined for greatness.

To lead a revolution.

And I will not be able to leave this world until that happens.





I've had a daughter. She is with a wonderful adoptive family.

And I couldn't be happier.





I'm engaged.

All those years of killing myself out of fear of being alone forever. I realized I must be worth something if he can love me.

Contentment is almost mine.





I'm not serious all the time.


I could really use a good friend who writes. To share ideas. Mainly because I really want to improve, like with meter and stuff. And having someone better than me to kind of coach me would help a lot. None of my friends in real life write, and if they do they aren't near as serious about it as I am. So yeah, wanna be my friend?

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"There is nothing noble about being superior to some other person. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self." ~Hindustani Proverb


"Don't ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." ~Attributed to Howard Thurman

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