here:
je suis ou je ne suis pas.
c'est tout.
(after me comes the flood)
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fill me with apples, i am lovesick
bullet proof...i wish i was
we don't grow around here
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April
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- when i loved july, july, and it never seemed so st...
- when i woke up my love
- when i addressed james and quoted extensively from...
- when i wasn't frustrated anymore and discovered su...
- when i ran around the house in a fiery stupor
- when i was artistic
- when i wrote a(nother) poem, part II and finished ...
- when i wrote a(nother) poem
- when i was pregnant
- when i was not happy but then was happy part III
- when i was happy part II
- when i was happy
- when i did math
- when i had my first concious loss of an idol of sorts
- when i figured out the meaning of life in french
- when i solved and defined problems
- when the dashboard melted
- when i wrote a poem explaining everything
- when i built a wall around myself
- when i had thoughts and was mad
- when i treated it like a diary (and split one post...
- when i regretted, but only sort of
- when i felt empty and thought books would fill it
- when i responded to ms harley and plugged myself a...
- when i wrote a poem in two minutes or less
- when i responded to james
- when i decided to change my name
- when i couldn't think of another way to respond to...
- when i philosophized and thought about certain things
- when i thought about things and had anna castro in...
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1 comment:
I am where I am not.
That's all.
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