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[02 Jun 2005|04:53pm] |
once upon a time
there was a girl
and a boy on a bench.
one day the girl sat on the bench.
and just started rambling
and laughing
about the most random things.
and one day she "happend" upon his screen name
and then they were friends.
and they had fights
like most people do.
and she gave him a book.
a special book.
and she hoped it reminded him of her.
and time passed
and even though they were getting closer
they were really drifting farther and farther
apart.
until one day
it all became too much
and she was done.
she left.
and he stayed.
but when she came back
he was gone.
and she was still there.
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[02 Jun 2005|04:43pm] |
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so i started wondering if i'm ever going to write in this.
it's been like months
so i went and deleted everything out of it
except for clare's one entry.
but no one's reading this anyways.
so what does it matter?
today i was working on my lame ass LA portfolio
and i found my poem
from like november that i wrote for LA class
and it made me really depressed.
sometimes you just can't really know what happend between two people.
and i probably never will.
and i remembered when i wrote it not even writing it for LA
writing it out of spite
and writing it because i hurt
and writing it because it needed to be said.
and i'm looking back on it now...
and it was worth every broken piece.
Broken China
words were said
things were dropped
broken china
only two pieces
sharp edges
can't be softened
one.
perfect drop of blood
left at the crime scene
both suspects
found guilty
one caught red handed
the other guilty faced.
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[03 Jan 2005|08:26pm] |
hey jewlie, I finally finished it.
now go update and be cool.
feel free to delete this entry.
-Love-
clare
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