black socks
they never get dirty
the longer you were them
the blacker they get
someday
I think I will wash them
but something keeps telling me
don't do it yet
not yet
not yet
not yet
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what more is there but randomness,
in the heart of a young fangirl?
well, besides fangirlyness.
and squeeling.
what more is there but randomness,
in the heart of a young fangirl?
well, besides fangirlyness.
and squeeling.
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- I'm still trying cheer my self up.
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- I am in a nark. Bleech!
- My mind is a maze
- This is my cousin
- I'm gonna press the letter n a whole like right now
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- My brain has Jukebox and it plays for free!!!
- I can blame just about everything thats wrong with...
- Why am I humming a Christmas song in January?
- Black Socks
- Lunch Poem
- I forgot my lunch. Again
- I am Picky about what goes on my Hambuger
- Banging on my keyboard (random gibberish)
- I have nothing to write about
- My name's family tree
- Okay, I need a new computer now
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