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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Oh baby, baby!
20 days til Sex Flags... 1 day til the weekend (no school Friday) 3 practices til Sex Flags performance 0 amount of practices we have had for Sex Flags performance Blah! Mr P sucks! Okay, so I wrote this in Geography today... You won't tell me, You won't talk to me, But you sit there and beg, Begging me to ask. I want to know. I want you to confide in me. I want to know your secrets. I want to help. You want to tell me. You look at me with pleading eyes. "Talk to me! Listen to me!" They scream without noise. Those screaming eyes... Why are they screaming? Why do they burn with an unbearable passion? They are grabbing at my soul. They are pulling me in. I can't fight it. I don't want to fight it. I know what you'll do to me after you have ppulled me in. You will push me out and make me go through it again. I don't want that. But I want you. I want to know you... The real you. Is it what you want? Do you want me? Do you even know you? The real you? I know I'm not a poet, but whatever...
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