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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Saturday, May 10, 2008
let me think of a poem to type. i think i got one. we're from 1e1, everyone expects us to behave, but how can we, when myron's in a haze. banging and yelling, all through the day, its like world war 3! just that its a one man brigade. next we have me : D urs truly me! shouting and yelling, for a good cause obviously! leave the shouting, the hyper-activeness to me. all in a day's work, it'll be done in a jiffy! all in all, we're all the same. hardworking & diligent, polite & concern ya, like that's gonna happen, like, what? in a million years? hope you like it : D is totally random : D |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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