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it had started to rain, but we didnt care every word that was spoken held onto the air |
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[i wrote this yesterday. i've been too 'busy' to put it in.] i went to the holocaust and art museme today and a baseball game. i looked and wondered and repeatedly shot my self in the head with my finger gun. i'm alone and i'm feeling pretty artsy. i just want to lock myself in my room and create. no one to bother me nothing to worry about. just me, my art, and my tears. stars and fireworks make me really happy. so happy that i can't even explain. |