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I stay up too late thinking about the differences between creative writing and english. You can do that on the bus ride home today.
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My true self sat on a bookshelf. My own teenage wasteland. Mr nelson and the magic school bus goes to paris. Simply a mashup of beginning a. Sweetheart, what have you done. Mr nelson and the magic school bus goes to paris. Please appreciate this because it took me way longer than it shouldve. March 27, 2017. March 13, 2017. High school is constant prodding, poking, minuscule thefts of attention, piled on one mountain. March 13, 2017. Bruised knees and band-aids. Your dad doesnt come into your ro.PARSED CONTENT
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The inadequate letter to the magnificent Florence Kelley,. Merry Christmas! I think I remember when I met you.
This is the real secret of life- to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. Where the heart is set in stone. She was done Lost Broken He was crushed Despaired Pained She wanted only to be happy He wanted only to be happy Both Became Lost Wanting Something That Was Never To Be.
Do you think the stars were scared too at first? April 4, 2017. Do you think maybe they quivered? When they were first placed in their spots in the sky.
My mouth used to form horizons. This one goes out to the criers. The stargazers and the video game players. The letter I never wrote.