on 1.19.04 @ 11:43 a.m.
I'm almost 15 dearie.
Isn't that a nice thought. If only some things... didn't quite change. Unless it wasn't different in the first place. I wish I could write poetry, I can only wish for the hands of a writer. Everything I've ever wanted... I don't believe I'll finish that sentence.
I will write this down for you, so you can read it
I feel exposed.
And just a thought, I don't like those who mock what they can't understand.
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