went puddle splashin with mary.
got wet. got some other ppl wet
too. sorry other ppl. slept in
guitar. drew in science. read in
geog. and dont remember a
thing about lang. arts. got mad,
sad, confused, nervus, and
hyper. thought of something
good to get back at my ex. but
he's gone. too late. oh well.
and now i'm talking to ray. i
think everythings right with
the world. but who am i to
judge.
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i talk alot to myself.
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