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| andrea |
halted by stuttered bits of words & thoughts that will never be fully exposed to the sun & it's something i don't really mind & it's something i don't care, don't fret about. those that occasionally escape unmarred are perhaps the worst of all. for they are pure, unmarked without the touch of error that makes me real. because i am real, still at times i trip. and stumbling is not an option & it all must go smooth as the surface of a pond before i throw my pebble. and it's something i fear, i worry, it's something i debate over all night long copyright 2000 |
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| june |
I dream about but nothing makes you feel quite right when you need a certain thing at a specific moment. I'm just going to bed to dream of things i like sometimes my friend would become sad and she would not speak to anyone. I can't help it if i just adore him, i have to visit my friend, but she loves him even though he's a stranger. |
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