I went over to eddy's last night, and told my dad I was going to the library. He found out and called my cell 8 times trying to get ahold of me, then picked me up outside blockbuster, calling me a liar and whatever.
I feel no remorse making him worry like that.
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Words written by poison hands
Hello, my name is Hemlock. I tend to write poetry and personal feeling in this journal. Your reactions are appreciated.
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