Heyyy kiddss!!!
Holyy coww it has been forever ! Wow wow wow . lololol . soooap . things that have been happening :
hurricane charley --- category 4 ! whooaa buddy . he was a total diccck . you have no idea . shiitt mann . quite a few friends lost homes and stuff . =[ . pure sadness . 'twas a day of sadness !
school is going ..... =/ ... alright
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Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
this poem is more sad than ur life..at least i'd say it is more sad than mine...it's like listening to the blues....once u listen to the blues u feel happy again because ur life doesn't suck as bad as theirs.....
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crissy
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