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|  Do you have a dirty mind? Alison got filthy as sin hehe...I wonder why |
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| Well life's peachy and sucky and icky and peeey and everything at the same time. I don't think anyone really reads this anymore so it's kinda like me talking to myself..this is fun...maybe I'll do it more often. Anyway if anyone does read this let me know. |
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| Well I can't decide whether to go to the movies or to James' play. Hmm they both sound mildly amusing. Anyway, I don't really want to think about that right now. My head is throbbing, and no, I don't have a headache..there's just this part of my head and it's pulsing!! I feel like going somewhere, but once again we come back to the fact that the person I want to do something with isn't even here *sigh* it isn't fair that the people you love the most can live 7 hours away...or do they? Hmm my mind has been working overtime lately so I'm kind of insane from lack of sleep and then of course just the fact that I am neurotic. Maybe I'll write a poem. Yes, a poem. Here is the product of exactly 5 minutes of excrutiatingly painful thought:
My belt
checkered like my mind
Black and white
My life
Gray
Not the extreme
Inbetween absence and everything
Generic, dull
Tugging
On my pants
On my hair
In frustration
Sobbing
Mascara filled muddy waters
Seeping into shoelaces
Gray
Surrounds me
A storm
The sky
More gray
A life
Better lived
In gray
Leave a message if you think you get my poem, although I highly doubt anyone will understand its true meaning, an interpretation can't be wrong so leave me one
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