Let's make the form of upturned lips the reason why we're stable.
I wanted to do something with this. A poem or something. But nothing would flow.
I shoul face it: I'm a pretty shoddy teenage poet.
Hahahah. Hopefully, time and effort can help this.
My requiem is louder than yours, damnit.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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