October 1, 2004
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the sun slices over the tree line
pushing darkness to the corners of my mind
the dew, still fresh, on untouched grass
sparkles
years have passed, yet the morning reminds me of wonder
of lemon trees and smog
I have grown into my immaturity
burning the cloak of responisibility that enveloped me too early
the defrost refuses to kick in,
I don't mind the extra time
reminding me that there is so much left
or none at all
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wow, this touched me. are you in my head?
i just SO know what you mean, or at least my interpretation of this speaks to me. i had to be responsible at such a young age, and i feel that i grow more irresponsible with time and age.
yay. well done. i really, really, really like it and even more than that i really, really, really miss you and your wacky vocabulary. and singing with you. and laughing. dammit. DAAAAMMIIIIIITTTT!!!!
BEAutiful
Katie, this is Rachel here, calling you a dyke. Dyke.
ummmm that was kind of harsh.
call me corny, but i cannot fucking wait until you come. seriously. i'm stinking excited and counting the days.
SEX
(no, i don't want to have sex with you)
what the hell was all that?
that is so beautiful. and i miss you, and bye.
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