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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

sucky/good day.
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
i hate art so much now.
dumb chicken pot.
im gonna fail my art at the end of year.
Y THE FUCK DID BALDIE LOW GIMME TAKE ART.
FUCK ART BIATCH.
if only i didnt take art,
i wouldnt be here doing my routine.
at least maple was kind to me.
found 7 earrings and a baseball bat in 2 hrs.

u struck me down;
i got up.
i was weakened;
but still not weak.
i was battered;
but still i could pick myself up.
mending the broken pieces of me;
cuz i dun wan to fall to pieces.
i will continue to stand up;
'cuz i wun be defeated.
NOT LIKE THIS.


I held your hand at 12:14 PM