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When I'm crying
Thu, October 12, 2006 - 8:31 PM
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I hear you walking toward me though you're never really there. I still hear you. 
My little friend, why can I not blend into the leaves like you? My soft shell is better suited for carrying scented oils, though I sometimes still hide.
Mon, September 25, 2006 - 11:26 AM
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Please friend, do not try to eat the black plastic garbage bags holding all the junk. You're too good for that. It's beyond your knowledge. I will set you on a leaf in my garden, beacause I cannot own a leaf, but can still share one.
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When I'm Falling:
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When I'm crying
I hear you walking toward me though you're never really there. I still hear you. 
Small note to a visitor:
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My little friend, why can I not blend into the leaves like you? My soft shell is better suited for carrying scented oils, though I sometimes still hide.
Please friend, do not try to eat the black plastic garbage bags holding all the junk. Yo... read more
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I cuss like a sailor, but I try not to. I'm obsessed with having clean fingernails, yet they always seem to be dirty. I think this is a good sign for life. People fascinate me and scare me with how much they touch my solar plexis. I'm overly-emotional and under-involved. I've began watching. I'm a catalyst by energy, a scientist by nature, a spiritualist by intellect. No one knows me well. That's because I'm crazy. No really. I am.
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