I walk on this battle ground and wage war on this world; Full of hate.
Full of something.
With and intense and bewildered stare, I let my eyes map out the room; The beams of light blow over the grass and water like the wind, creating waves of shadows.
Watching these things, I feel phenominal.
My chest shuddering with my pulse. The beating of my
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i mean, i'm a lurker, but at least i know the kid.
or used to.
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And...she's a nice girl that I might be working for if I make it up to New York. I don't know, either way, don't get mad for stupid things hun.
Enough of that shit's happened.
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ever.
please.
especially for me to read.
you kinda save me.
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not without seeing me one more time.
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stefanie.
myspace.
jeremy's house.
i write you cute poetry.
end.
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