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i wrote two poems last night.
they are crap.
i had a dream i was a hooker with lori in a hotel with 98 floors under the ground and 100 in the sky. i dreamed that we were going to get raped and when we were running away from the guys i found sly, and asked him to help. he stood there and didnt, even though i tried to make him. lori went on another assignment, i waited. she came back with a spike bracelet in her right boob. she took it out and dropped it onto my foot. i tried to hobble to the doctor and have lori come with me, but all she wanted to do was sleep.
i have pains inside. different places of my body. its all very weird.
i cry too much.
they are crap.
i had a dream i was a hooker with lori in a hotel with 98 floors under the ground and 100 in the sky. i dreamed that we were going to get raped and when we were running away from the guys i found sly, and asked him to help. he stood there and didnt, even though i tried to make him. lori went on another assignment, i waited. she came back with a spike bracelet in her right boob. she took it out and dropped it onto my foot. i tried to hobble to the doctor and have lori come with me, but all she wanted to do was sleep.
i have pains inside. different places of my body. its all very weird.
i cry too much.