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Thursday, July 6, 2006


   life
this a weird poem that I found in my room yesterday when I was cleaning ( I went to whole 3 months and 15 days since the last major cleaning in there was need* cheer* )

a way is large and high, and being at the bottom is the last place to cry . carry around all of the wrongs you do is hard to see whats new . if evey problem the you know was that much of a problem then let it go . dont let it be a burden that is heavy and ment to stay . so fly down the way instead of falling half the day .




Im starting to being scared of my self conscience ...oh well ..any way Im like sick * frowny face*
well thats is all for now later ( cant give hugs people will get sick )

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