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did When life get so hard?
Was it when Beth came?
Was it when she left?
Or was it when I met angel?
Either way I just want all this stress to go away.
The stress is breaking me down.
Every night when I go to bed I break down.
I just cry and cry.
I cry until I can't cry any more.
The only person that I can talk to is Angel.
She knows what I am going through.
She has this stress too.
She knows what its like not to eat.
Not to eat because of the stress.
She knows.
And that's why I can trust her.
That's why I can confide in her.
And she confides in me.
We confide in each other.
When I talk to her I feel…
Happy, I feel great, and I feel like I can do anything.
She keeps me grounded.
And I need her to keep talking to me.
Was it when Beth came?
Was it when she left?
Or was it when I met angel?
Either way I just want all this stress to go away.
The stress is breaking me down.
Every night when I go to bed I break down.
I just cry and cry.
I cry until I can't cry any more.
The only person that I can talk to is Angel.
She knows what I am going through.
She has this stress too.
She knows what its like not to eat.
Not to eat because of the stress.
She knows.
And that's why I can trust her.
That's why I can confide in her.
And she confides in me.
We confide in each other.
When I talk to her I feel…
Happy, I feel great, and I feel like I can do anything.
She keeps me grounded.
And I need her to keep talking to me.
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about my friend Angel
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Well writen again Nate! 
It really shouldn't suprise me that I can connect with your writing, but it has yet to stop happening! 
I have one little suggestion for this peice, when your changing stanzas put a space between them... For example (using your work: )
"When did life get so hard?
Was it when Beth came?
Was it when she left?
Or was it when I met angel?
Either way I just want all this stress to go away.
The stress is breaking me down.
Every night when I go to bed I break down.
I just cry and cry.
I cry until I can't cry any more."
Breaking it up like that allows a pause of sorts. I'm not much of one for strict form, kinda goes peice by peice for me; depending on how I wish it to come across... Just something to think about!
keep it up 
It really shouldn't suprise me that I can connect with your writing, but it has yet to stop happening! I have one little suggestion for this peice, when your changing stanzas put a space between them... For example (using your work: )
"When did life get so hard?
Was it when Beth came?
Was it when she left?
Or was it when I met angel?
Either way I just want all this stress to go away.
The stress is breaking me down.
Every night when I go to bed I break down.
I just cry and cry.
I cry until I can't cry any more."
Breaking it up like that allows a pause of sorts. I'm not much of one for strict form, kinda goes peice by peice for me; depending on how I wish it to come across... Just something to think about!
keep it up