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rule nineteen.avery and gage,rule nineteen.
my god, where has the time gone? are we even old enough to talk like that yet? to look back on the days and times we've had and...laugh? laugh. until our sides hurt.
the company of other people is something that i have grown to love. college has only taught me that people are walking treasure chests. i love sitting out on the front porch of my dorm and just listening to every word that trickles out of every person's mouth.
these days the parks are replaced with parking garage roofs, stars are replaced by streetlights, and orions belt is.... just something i crave at night. &
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rule eighteenDear loved ones,rule eighteen
Forgive me for lack of a proper addressing, as I fear that saying your names out right would be somewhat of an insult after all this time. Or perhaps it is not the art of the insult, but the mere fact that I am just ashamed. You see, I have been caught in the difficult side of a hide and seek, however gone wrong. Metaphorically speaking of course, but now it is all beginning to seem much like a bad joke. In other words, I am quite lost and as I’ve been hoping to find reliance in your friendship I used to hold so dear, you are now just too far away from me. So I will most certainly and unwillingly remain hidden u
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rule seventeendear strangers,rule seventeen
are you taking care of my heart? I colored myself clever the day I left it slowly beating in your hands. I'm beginning to miss spoiling it with endulgences of your wise words of comfort. Forgive me, however my absence is accompained with excuse. I begged my mind to let me stay, just for a little while longer. this plea was only met with rejection when it was understood that there was negotiation with change. together they decided it was time for me to go. but not in so many words. I'm slowly sneaking away from their imprisonment to this state of meditiation in which i will familerize myself with your adressses once agai
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rule sixteenThe trash man is seeking revenge. Somehow someone put the idea in his head that I was trying to make a fool of him by wrapping my garbage up in gift paper. How absolutely ridiculous. So what if I wanted to play St. Nick for a little while. The mailbox was our camouflaged Christmas tree. He of all people should see that. Every Monday morning there were presents waiting for him; the weeks flew by like years. He’s started returning his presents. The elves will be disappointed to hear that they’ve been broken all over the yard. Just wait until Mrs.rule sixteen
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"The way which can be spoken of is not the constant way."~Lao Tzu
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"The way which can be spoken of is not the constant way."~Lao Tzu
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, I’d turn your bed sheets inside out
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"The way which can be spoken of is not the constant way."~Lao Tzu
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, I’d turn your bed sheets inside out
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If I could change what I want. Would anything be better?
...Probly not.
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The fact of the matter is...
TOMORROW BELONGS TO US.
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