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"Hide And Seek"

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

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it's always something....

i feel like beating someones ass.

i'm so serious.

i'm happy.
with my school, my friends, my feelings for him.
i just feel like i know where i stand right now.

i feel alive.

wish i could sleep..

i'n not sure how to feel.

i just get so angry sometimes.
but then i get so sad.

i sound about as deep as a puddle.

always.

ohh dear, my friends are too fantastic.
and talented!

now to prep for rehearsing almost everyday for the next two months...
hoorah!

i love coffee
i love hope.

METRO HERE I COME