

Poetry DayPoetry day. No. No way. Not happening. I'll wake up soon enough. This isn't possible. Yes, it was possible, and it did happen. Two weeks later, there I was at some college. There for the poetry contest. Third grade, you write a useless poem for no reason, and it gets voted in by your class. It gets voted for the greatest dream I had. Poetry Day. Yes, Poetry day. I can still remember what I wore. Purple bell-bottoms and a pink shirt. I woke up extra early that day. I couldn't wait, couldn't sleep. All to recite this odd poem.Poetry Day
I'm a crazy elevator going way too fast Simply
I saw the picture of your painting on
It's awesome!! Why don't you upload some more of your art? I'm sure someone has a scanner you could use!
I'd like to see...
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Victoriaaa....
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~~~"I got an F and a C and I got a K 2 but the only thing thats missing is a bitch like U"~~~
Marilyn Manson
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