August 18th, 2000


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latraviata wrote a poem for meee :o)

'tis coming, my sweet angelic destiny.
the thrush bird sings prettily.
hoping for a whisper,
a dream,
a song,
and rings.

with jewels
as bright as angelic destiny's eyes.

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no one from my "friends" list is posting in their journals, every time i look down my nose starts running, im sneezing, it hurts when i swallow, i think my lips are gonna be chapped and im bored. i think its past my bed time :o\
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