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Sunday, July 22, 2007


   A poem
I think I would like to write a poem today. hnn.

It boils over. I feel it, spilling onto the ground at my feet.
I want to scream, but no sound comes out. I hold my face in my hands, and I feel my nails scratch at my face. It still spills, I want it to stop. After so long, it splashes at my feet free of it prison in my mind. Finally I do scream. Suddenly its all over, I see you all standing there. Holding a paper towel, smiling. Its all gone now. Thanks to you, my friends.

This is a thank you to all of my friends, who help me grow and learn, and are always there for me when I spill. Thank you.

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