An old poem I wrote:
You're seen.
You're heard.
You're alive.
You exist, and I know about it.
I wouldn't call it the best in the world either, but I wrote it when I was about 12, can't blame me for it.
Plus, It means allot to me - and that's all that matters! Or something.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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