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meaghan
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my own page
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it's werid that the Americans say 'period' (.)
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grasping for you with all i have but your hand is lifeless and cold a millon flowers cannot be returned and they will not keep you alive call an old lover snort, smoke, and shoot aginst your judgement, follow the cycle and become numb to the pain and beauty that brought you here in the first place
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its funny how things change. Even on bad days I love my life, and i have the best people in the world supporting me. This is what people spend their whole lives searching for.
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sandals the giggling photograph child said come here, why don't we write a story and you wanted to appease her, but all your stories were already told (too old) or sad. what could we possibly write, you implored her, your voice cracking a little, like a bit of blue plastic under some careless foot she was smiling without all of her teeth, and you, with your two full rows, thought she shouldn't be doing that, no, it isn't appropriate but her skin was dark from all her neighborhood adventures and her stories were not all old or told or even sad. and just then she wrinkled her nose in a miniature laugh but somewhere you knew it wasn't miniature at all, but the right size, bigger and more real than any laugh you had cast out in years.
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what's it to you?
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