we're running away
the blah-a-gains.i wish my voice was deeper, my small child of thirteen months.i knew what'd be next.& the first time we visited together i am sencerly happy.'its good to see you'.to back home, dinner with the family, we've accumulated alot of families, this is strange.i've always wanted to be a vocalist& an artist,oh man. dinner, 5 hevier,this is funny. i am tired.i want to take this with me, you turn me on. this is like the old i cant help quoting you with rings, i had a day dream about that. and dreams, singular, about witches, we hand magic wands that would glow when they'd find eachother. she was too young anyways, so i was deleted again.i had a crush on everyone, relax, this is enough, i am feeling good, its weird how much better this year is, last year ws so hard compared to the year before it, how easy and enjoyable mischieviouse. i have to learn how to spell. no! i dont care. i asked you, to many many times.