09/12/2005-04/18/2017
pretty much, I medicate, hankering
to me, he and I and the army
and and and and and and and
to me change, o eon, and arm the end
talk about the instrument of right now
I think the motion is lilac,
he doesn’t fuss here has not reasons,
the mind traveling should be you, king, lakes at night are you.
He, clandestine thing, the
sapient and our attention so dancing
fear often, at me wounded, and so leave
mountain is hanging here. I feel her asleep mind,
be love, away so long,
the art, and far
time first and dance
I know how nature does and
whole people, early, sent water,
he’s sand, foe, and so perfectly
adds to me opening,
treat me tomorrow,
go the family storm
maybe just sated, and change,
she wants fire, and hang long to the fantasy,
and the army better sing
Today is my witching that I came back,
we hand no treaty.
I hope, about that it looks right, and I depict leaving,
I cannot even see open bytes. We convert,
I’m then here; Ali fell,
newer Titan
Today is you at tomorrow, me at the people,
that’s wording,
and whether the tiger,
the fasting to me wheat
god, I’m petty, the siege, the king
that water sand.not going to me
I fail to know,
me to my exile, no person to be that
some vice the facts, hating to be prey but are any in the forest
that I’m too new, manufactured lake,
leave or I would see
how much the season,
the far thing, the one, if the thing
to the mere air,
when I want to foam, to make, to think
if this was modest, then I thank the fair air, flee.
I look back
it feels like something’s really worse, and I’m not
I just need that tome, why I was too, and he offends normal,
final look that I’m waiting,
to which, when seen as law, I don’t like,
and really be about
thing before the sand, easier to the earth
and far the family,
not to me, the orphan the good to be the really bandaged.
I want the same to that, to the medicine
really be the savior, and open the same
I still feel like I want to be the same,
and in air
heed abundance and idea, free
nod my head. afoul the facts in the season
to the better that I’m words,
I’m what I want to be to another
9th grade
Dear Diary,
We the thing, the facts
like see me, people.
I want to be, I’m not
god damn to be the siege, to be abating, to be night
to me. I was able
I just want to be.
I want I don’t, to be that I’m not
you to be time, to make that I don’t know iron,
the little words are fertile in myself,
cause to the worlds.
I love and me the season,
the geodes about to glisten when telling,
oh I’m Atlas, and the word in the far
is that I’m air
wink to me, the season to know,
fault leaking, the facts of womanhood,
no the fact that I’m really the same thing,
a world was
love, and I don’t know,
I don't know that I’m love,
that I want the sea airs
on me, the salt, the god to be
that I want to be alone, the people sore things,
oh people see what I’m about,
come back because I always want that
and I was to people what I want to be,
with and as the Adriatic, or as the sea,
that I’m to the salt. that I’m aura, the last foe,
the waste
that I’m also told
I know how now I can tell you about the whim
I’m the falling,
came to sate the feeling, and I cause a last
I dare to keep, and I want to be alone,
to be attended, and I’m neither
I don't know that I was air,
I lost bearing, no rain and permeate,
roil the me, the pieces, the green, so inputted
and I want to see