I miss Micah :[
I saw him today. he said hi and I wished him a late 18th birthday.
I forgot how cute that boy is.
and this may sound wierd and almost shallow but.......I <3 his new shoes :] and his long hair.......and the shorts he was wearing.......and his hair, ha ha, ok, I'm done with that
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Wouldnt it be so easy if you could write what you wanted? then you would have to do ANY work b/c you would already have like a million poems...good luck on that!
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Mountains bring wayne.
Pick me up at the break of dusk,
I'm stolen, strollin', lost in the dust.
I hear your death, spoken soft and hard.
Panting through your wollen scarf.
I speak to you, in a blood certled growl.
Help your self and save me tonight.
Send me good news, do you still love me?
Tell the world, sub-mission baby.
Drop me off at the break of dawn.
Say good night, your alreay gone.
I don't love so much, as you think I should.
But who I do, give me the sun.
Break it down, bed sheets cold to touch.
Make me drown, I'll float to the top.
I wake up, in a rushed dase.
Make my broken ways.
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truce?
Tia
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