After midnight. Said id be asleep by 11. Drained eyes, sore muscles & a grumbling stomach. Silent house & a hot summer night. Alot of writing/poetry inspiration came to me while on the treadmill. once i got off, words suddenly filled pages & pages of my notebook. ive really meaning to type of some sort of poetry contemplation, just for the sake of
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allison
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i love hearing about other people who love the virgin suicides as much as i do... it means a lot to me. *tips head and thinks* and you're right: too much self-realization is a bad thing.
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soon, darling, soon... *sigh*
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