xtoolfreakx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -.passing.by.- I went sat on my front porch with a notebook. This is what I wrote: I'm tired. And the moon is out. It looks so pretty like that. There's only a few stars. To see the brightest one, I have to tilt my head all the way back. I can hear the cars on the highway, passing by. Most of the people in those cars don't know I exsist. But I know they exsist. I have my own music playing in my head, and it sounds like crickets churping. 6:05 a.m. - 2002-02-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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