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6/9/04 - Work in progress

its wierd not having a best friend...i wish it was like back in kindergarten u thought it would be forever, but it didnt hurt u as much then when she lied to u

I wrote this poem after constantly having people assume that they know me well enough to speak on my behalf. Just to settle the argument once and for all, 'they dont' :0).

Cause I couldn't stop thinking about it.

this is really how i feel sry if it was long but i could have made it longer just decided to stop.

Because we must

Existentialist ponder...

What is the meaning of life?

A meaning to an end, or an end in itself?  Or whatever meaning you give it?  And what about non-human life?