Strangers Become FriendsA group of strangers, not one familiar faceHow could any comfort, be found in this place?Searching for answers, looking to findSome hope, some understanding, or just pease of mind.Someone to tells us we are not going insaneThese emotions...
*** This was written by Jesse the day before he died *** Jesse Isabelle – Creative Writing – Thursday, June 8, 2006 What I want to do on my summervacation is watch baseball games. Iwould play baseball with my step dadtoo. I will sleep over my...
