I don't really talk to you, and when you're online, I'm never there. So I will throw this comment in your LiveJournal.
My favourite memory of you was this year, September 11. It was Bri's neigborhood party, and I'm glad you came. I loved laying beneath the stars with you, because I loved being around you. But I had trouble, because you never wanted to do anything.
And I remember when I made you this LJ. And how you didn't want me to, but I told you you had to have it, otherwise you wouldn't be able to read my F.O. journal.
And then you updated it with those poems. Those wonderful, false poems
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My favourite memory of you was this year, September 11.
It was Bri's neigborhood party, and I'm glad you came.
I loved laying beneath the stars with you, because I loved being around you.
But I had trouble, because you never wanted to do anything.
And I remember when I made you this LJ.
And how you didn't want me to, but I told you you had to have it, otherwise you wouldn't be able to read my F.O. journal.
And then you updated it with those poems.
Those wonderful, false poems ( ... )
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