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brooklynn-delaunay
American
Ive had that day Again Dear Diary. You know the one you have when you get all excited? Your hopes build up and You start getting Hope. The one where you feel like throwing on your Coat And running outside in the cold Snow. The day I might tell him My true feelings now And if It doesnt work out I might as well drown He is my world Hes my Bestfriend The one that I can Depend on This is the day I tell him the truth. The Day Ill tell Him With all my Might. I love you Bestfriend. But lets take Flight I love you Baby . But lets take height.
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
That Day.
There once was an Old Lady that lived down the Lane She didn't give a **** about what people would say She would Cook and Bake and Feel full of joy Until one Late Winter night. Something didn't go quite right. With a Clickity Clack Her cats ran away Neither did she know She would never see day. She forgot the Sweet cookies she left on the stove And the warm Bread Loaf That would always grow. Soon she Smelt burning and the house tumbled Down Poor little Grandma could only Frown And Now to this day her corpse shall stay And chase away who ever would came. Shed scare the caretakers And Burn them to And now they say if you go in her house On that cold winter night. You might as well Pray with all your might. You'll soon smell the fire That burned that Old Woman And You'll just stand there. And Keep on cooking.
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
Late December Night