Screw. You.
I have been up since 5 in the morning at a forensics tournament and I didn't even make it to finals. It was my last (only) chance to state qualify in Poetry and I failed. So yeah. FAFRJHGSF.
Also, looking and seeing I haven't updated you since the 29th of December, I decided I needed to. Except I don't want to. So yeah. Go die. Gawd. I hate you so much, journal. Why don't you just die in a fire or something?
Sincerely,
Aurélien




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...I'm lying.
(Angry and addicted to cute.)
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"War, children, it's just a shot away,
I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away."
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"War, children, it's just a shot away,
I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away."
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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