((Hmm... yet another poem from the summer girl's art prog. I am very bored, yes...))
The dragon I see in the trees,
Is the same dragon that rips at my heart.
I can't control it,
No, Seriously, I can't.
But then when the day ends,
And i go to call my friends,
The dragon stops.
Although he starts again when the phone goes "click".
This dragon in my heart,
Is there because quite frankly,
I miss my friends...
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The Lies She Wrote
Lost within the deep confines of her mind, the girl wrote about her life as best she could. Despite the fact that over half of what she wrote was a total and complete lie. [no, that doesn't apply to me...]
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