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Wednesday, April 14, 2010 @9:57 PM

debating
I personally love this piece. It's choppy, it doesn't flow, but it's so full of the fear and everything else I was feeling for that entire month (that I still feel now... but I've gotten better at hiding it). It's so full of every emotion that I was afraid to admit to feeling. It's kind of written to him (Mitchell, I mean), but at the same time it's one that isn't personal at all. It's one that I want everyone that has been in my place to be able to feel and relate to.

& PROFILE

STIX
.mate.feed.kill.repeat.
18 December 1992.
i do not capitalize when i write poetry.

& LOVES

Family.
Friends.
Mitch.
Boys.
Pretty girls.
A drug-free world.
Kisses on the forehead.
Slipknot, Metallica, & Mozart.
Hugs.
Touch&beTouched.
Love&beLoved.

& SPEAK
shh, i'm always here for you.

& ARCHIVES

February 2009
March 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
July 2010
November 2010


& RESOURCES

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