read on new friend, and listen to my things. share our furies, enjoy our youth. i will not be happy here. you will endure loss and I will not know. years gone by, the pain deep in your bones, left you cold and dry. remember who i was. camoflauge girl and spider pen. still that way. still the same.
you moved on away as well and suffered a great deal my dear. i abandoned you i abandoned many. so they say. people want to keep you around for their personal needs. i had a different path to follow. I was young then. i still am on that path. but now i try not to walk away so fast. just know i will be unphased. by the hurdles that are placed.Wednesday, May 24, 2006
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