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I wish Chloe and I were friends like we used to be. I wish I had my A back in language arts. I wish I freaking got math. I wish my mom wasn't dying of cancer. I wish my father would drop from this earth. I wish I was rich. I wish eric would change. These are the wishes that will never come true...and i just wanted to get them out there and realalize they will never happen. Well, maybe the A in language arts will come true. Here's a poem I've been working on: ~*Dove*~ You clip my wings with sharp rusty edges and i am unable to fly. I'm sick of this cage. You throw things make faces make me restless you are amused so sick of this cage. You dirty my feathers by the extent of your sin it seeps from your pours you represtent everything dirty I'm sick in this cage dying in this cage. I'm bounding your hands you can't catch me I'm out of your grasp you are miserable and bound like a fool I'm finally free from your dirty cages Obviously it's about my father. I think I am going insane in this house. (you, with nasty brown hair, need to move on. get over it...just freaking get over it....that's all i have to say) I came over a revelation but i'm not going to dirty it by putting it on the internet :) Here are some CD's I want: *Linkin park-meteora *Cold play- rush of blood to the head *john mayer-room for squares *The Ataris- so long astoria there's more but i can't think right now. don't get your diapers in a bunch...it's not becomming... ~Natalie
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