We Looked Like A Parade Barely Moving

Love Poem ـــــــــ It's So Nice To Wake Up In The Morning All Alone And Not Have To Tell Somebody You Love Them When You Don't Love Them Any More.

My Teachers Could Easily Have Ridden With Jesse James For All The Time They Stole From Me.

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I'm In A Constant Process Of Thinking About Things.

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