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(note: On June 11 172 the Roman army was encircled by the Quadi. Under intense heat, a violent thunderstorm swept away the Quadi in a torrent of water and mud, and refreshed the parched legionnaires.)
i wish i could get more out in less words.
i'm tired.
i've been drinking.
i caught him staring a couple times.
i spent $8 in a juke box.
i ate new york pizza.
i got $13k for school.
i'm melancholy again.
i think i'd like a psych.
i'm annoyed but chipper.
i can't think.
i want to stay in my own bed tonight.
i miss you.
i don't.
i smoked cigarettes after a 11 days of quitting.
i'm sitting here at this computer that isn't mine.
i wonder if you have as much personal stuff on here as i do on mine.
i always wonder if you'll ever read this.
i know you won't.
i miss the night we made poetry on the refrigerator.
i don't like you.
i don't love you.
i don't need you.
i'm confused.
i sang out loud to all the songs i picked.
i don't know if i like your new friends.
i feel so old.
i feel so young.
i feel so much that contradicts.
i want my glow in the dark sheets.
i don't want to have to drive so far to see you.
i don't want you to think this is about you.
i want to curl up in bed and red player piano.
i want you to see how good i could be for you.
i don't want you to fall in love with me.
i have a headache suddenly.
i like the new coldplay.
i'm tired.
goodnight, love. maybe tomorrow i'll understand you a little more.
i wish i could get more out in less words.
i'm tired.
i've been drinking.
i caught him staring a couple times.
i spent $8 in a juke box.
i ate new york pizza.
i got $13k for school.
i'm melancholy again.
i think i'd like a psych.
i'm annoyed but chipper.
i can't think.
i want to stay in my own bed tonight.
i miss you.
i don't.
i smoked cigarettes after a 11 days of quitting.
i'm sitting here at this computer that isn't mine.
i wonder if you have as much personal stuff on here as i do on mine.
i always wonder if you'll ever read this.
i know you won't.
i miss the night we made poetry on the refrigerator.
i don't like you.
i don't love you.
i don't need you.
i'm confused.
i sang out loud to all the songs i picked.
i don't know if i like your new friends.
i feel so old.
i feel so young.
i feel so much that contradicts.
i want my glow in the dark sheets.
i don't want to have to drive so far to see you.
i don't want you to think this is about you.
i want to curl up in bed and red player piano.
i want you to see how good i could be for you.
i don't want you to fall in love with me.
i have a headache suddenly.
i like the new coldplay.
i'm tired.
goodnight, love. maybe tomorrow i'll understand you a little more.