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Aug 08, 2005 23:06


A poem to the world: By Corinne

Why, world, why must you be
So insulant, so vast, so super artifical-ly
You make me want to know
Exactly why I want to be here
But all I do is work and strive
To be a lowly, underpaid cashier (with no benefits)
Teenagers get high and drunk
And get married and have babies
But my mom's still quite content
Lecturing on about ( Read more... )

like a loonatoony

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bbandahalf August 8 2005, 23:28:05 UTC
i love you corinne...

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cherryberry135 August 9 2005, 14:16:33 UTC
I love me, too, Brad ;) ha

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mrwondrful69 August 9 2005, 00:12:18 UTC
"Oh, I know I'm no Kyle Johnson when it comes to poetry"

damn right...ha ha

-kj

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the_last_don August 9 2005, 04:42:37 UTC
life takes its own time.
sometimes fast
sometimes slow
We have to be patient.
Just do the right thing.
Be who YOU want to be. (this is rhetorical really)
(I mean how can you possibly be someone you didn't want)

Just be cool corinne. Take your time.

Love will find you. And the meaning of life is the evolution of your life.
Just do it the right way.

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stuck_girl August 9 2005, 07:09:53 UTC
my my my.

keep writing :)

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vertigo_skyy August 9 2005, 08:34:56 UTC
Very nice.

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