Dead fish.
Dead birds.
Gadhafi.
Earthquakes.... that spawn Tsunamis.
Michael. (act like you know)
Gas prices.
Charlie Sheen (LOL).
*squint*
Yall thinking what I'm thinking?
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- I started writing as a kid, keeping a diary about a boy I liked. It was the first form of expression I felt comfortable with and it became my refuge through years of trying to find my place in the world. I eventually learned that I didnt yet HAVE a place in the world, and that I wouldn't until I made one. This is me making my place.
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