As i sit under the oak tree i see it. That thing. I always do. How to describe it… how to describe it . No words can describe what i see. Nothing can, and it does the same thing every time, come watch me, take one leaf. Each time it does this i feel all the more stronger. How? What is it doing to me? I dont know what to think, i cant think – im so tired….......
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~little-writer~
i love writing. its always benn ones of those never found passions. but when my friend brought me here i knew it was the one for me. i love writing, and when i do, all my imagination comes to life. i think its awsome. sorry about spelling errors, we all make mistakes and i more than others
Published on June 04, 2007.
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that thing
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