Mwar, har har. Lar.
My fingers hurt.
Stupid piano lessons. Stupid french class. Stupid fingers.
Stupid internet errors. Stupid video card problem. Stupid currency.
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Stupid me.
I'm so tired. Doop.
That piano song was too hard for me, but I won't quit trying. Oh well.
If i'm too lazy to write, oh well.
You know, today I noticed my sister taking my poem and using it as her own. In her profile, it has my poem. I wasn't flattered at all. She stated that it was her poem, and not mine. She should have the decency to know that I live with her, and will know, sooner or later.
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