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"new look" 6-16-'xx: 3:59pm since i'm going to be sleeping in tomorrow, i figured i'd give this good ol' diary a "new look". and to go along with this "new look", here is a "found poem" called [ fade out ]....a found poem is a poem that you make out of already existing prose. i took this from some of taco's diary entries....and usually, it's laid out all cool but i honestly can't figure out how to get this computer to display it that way.....it's a big part of the effect of the poem but oh well...... - - - - - - - - - - - - - [ fade out ] - - - - - - - - - - a found poem . only one person in my life has ever had access to my most hidden thoughts . . . i even kept a lot [hidden] from her she ended up ruining my life and now i have this mistrust i can’t seem to shake . does she ever think about me anymore? i’m cursed with thinking of her far too often i’m sure she doesn’t realize what happened to my brain back then. . [ go ahead and twist the knife with a smile . . . ] . something was [ lost ] that i have been trying desperately to get back ever since . [ i know i never will. ] . it hurts a lot to think about it all the leftover pieces of bro ken glass still stabbing me . this song will forever remind me of her regardless of the fact that it’s a beautiful song. . one more reason to [ hate her ] for making beautiful songs sound a little less beautiful. . <- - - - - - - - [ 4-27-'xx ]- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - anyway, i think i'm off to bed. the it'll start getting light in about an hour.... |
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