Ok guys, don't freak out, this entry doesnt rhyme. I feel like I've been cheating on this journal thing by rhyming. I wasn't writing what I was really thinking, just what fit into my gay little rhyming facade. This one's a freewrite
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Nothing at all is new with me Right now I feel trapped and I want to be free This caged bird needs to fly away To not worry about anything just for one day I'm so sick of mud I hate all that slushy crud I need some sunshine and some fresh air I need that sun setting on the water glare Barefoot, that's how I want to always be Anyone agree with me?