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[bodytext] => Wuz up? you doin' okay? Me, well, i'm lossing while i win. I'm ready to drag all my shedded skin to build me again. I'm tearing words and thoughts to kick start my time again. I'm lossing, finding me on my way to be apart of all i forgot. I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging into my chest to bring out my heart. And it doesn't seem as hard as it was to forget. Now the world seems beautiful as i watch the dawn arrive. It's weird, I'm afraid to let myself out, yet it's to late to stop what i persisted to grow, now it's here and i know, I know, i know it's time to change to keep what i've grown. The world is beautiful as i watch the dawn. It's time for the sun to rise upon these eyes. it's strange i just felt for so long like i had no one. but now, yes now, and now i see it's time for change. I would of been lost, I was fine being lost, but now i say it's about time that, that sun has come to rise. I started this out with no intention of this. just is inspiration comes with the light. I never thought i would put these words down, but luckily i'm writting you, so i can rave, rant, sing and chant. do a little ***** dance, and say, I'm diggin', I know, I'm trying to make sense of this preccious light. I know i'm lucky in lossing me, in finding this. a shell that needed to be cracked. a crack that needed to sell, sell the crap that was a pain to indure, induring a new windowpaine to watch the trees grow. i know, I know ,i know it's about that time that that light has come. I know you don't know what I'm saying, but it was cool to write it. Any ways I'll most likely use this for a blog or at YPDC. So wuz Up, Girl? Where you've been? as you know im now at our old store, making **** with fun. Crazy, sometimes sets in and i feel crazy all the time. You hangin' with Jay and april or you back to work, livin' life as life is lived? Well i have thurs. and mon. off. Write me, we will hang, i'm broke but we'll find something to do, somewhere to go. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 43 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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