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This is an apology
to all the friends I made
under false pretenses
in the third grade.
I beg forgiveness for the lies that I told
because I was an ignorant nine year old
who had no friends
and wanted to be important
more than anything.
I spun lies
and fed them
to unsuspecting children
on the playground.
I told myself that they were stories.
I forgave myself
every **** time.
With every word that slid off my tongue
I imagined the countless hours I spent
alone
and deemed my stories
an acceptable alternative
to loneliness.
This is an apology
for all the lies I told
to try and convince myself
more than anyone else
that I was interesting.
And for the friends who stayed with me
who waded through an ocean
of dishonest answers
to innocent questions.
Thank you.
You found the real me under a cocoon
I wove for my fragile ego.
This is a promise
for a future devoid of lies.
One time within thee grass

I bent to wipe my ***

And where the paper thou?

For this I shall not know.

I sat in much despair

My muddy ***** hair

Drenched in a mud of brown

My whole world upside down.

Across the field I call

A fair maiden and where all

The grass spread like ROM

This maiden was my mom.

Alas! I called to three

A motherly lady

Who gave me parchment for the ****

I thank thee maiden, For not wiping is heinous.
Sk8 for lyf

I am punx

Shut up mom n dad

I'm 2 kool 4 skool lol

Crunk. Yolo.

ur nut the boss of meez

Im gunna play gaia online

Sk8 like t0ny hawk

Sk8 or die

Arrest me, i'm a sk83r

He was a sk8er b0i

\m/

Sm0k c1gs

c8illin wit my br0z

v4ns w4rp3d tour

SK8PUNX4LYF.

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