dripping, dancing, dirty, wet
the lights aren't on; it ain't over yet
broken glass and twisted bones
violence skips and children moan
wander the hallways
take what you can
give him the best of you
make him a man
that's the last one i'll get.
it's over - i'm wet
it's raining and i'm crazy and baby, baby,
boom boom boom boom
shoot 'em up, prance around.
it's not over; don't hit the ground.
we ain't stopping, the guns are popping
boom boom boom boom
all i wanna do is -
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hee. i like yours better (though i'm a fan of mine, too).
also, i found an old IM of ours. from my freak-out-about-fractals phase. it included valuable tidbits about how to get through life, and i'm pretty sure that this year will be good if i keep them in mind.
11th-grade Annie is similar to 11th-grade Noah.
this one is
mildly terrifying.
mainly due to lines 3 and 4.
eeeeeeeeeeeee
don't worry, i still love you.
ohhhhh.
okay i feel better about this now.
(and i can't help writing scary stuff. i dunno why. sry. :< )
LOVEEEE
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