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the length, in months, he stays, the act of age he portrays you've hurt so many lovers, and yet you take one other. the same age i felt with you the age before i was legally able to be stable, or atleast the thought of my own-- place, time, and space. i've watched, without you knowing and i've known that she had it coming... you get deathly sick, move out, and act like your gone, to see if she can really have one, two, ...wait... only one chance, because at 17 , you lost the first factor and now she is 25 and knows better moved on and written you a letter stating what i told you long ago that maybe at 17 you should have stayed alone. funny a simple prime number can have such significance where as my story with seventeen was a magazine an age where i first heard about graduated licensing when i decided that maybe i wasnt ready to date because at 28, i realize now that 17 for you is a mistake where mine is memories i made. this number was the bus i rode to and from school at even the same age, i felt i turned a page as the poetry i wrote and read; the pictures i took that now line books lined, blank, and randomly decorate pages handwriting was really interesting then-- but beautiful now to see that one thing has come true ...i found love... with a man, That i met Before you and found me once you left seeing regression to the age i felt... the highway in my home town that also leads-- to my home beach... and all the way to a place of fancy in Savannah and a commercialized vacation destination, in the opposite direction but knowing my memory is still alive, thriving... keeps the idea of this prime number alive atleast, and for the weak, subtract ten try to grow up doing the math that i was back then, before all the computers and cheat sheets. when standardized testing placed me in the highest bracket i would have graduated atleast a year faster. also, my memories deal more happiness knowing that they last with this... a little rhyme and time and now that i am in the prime, im past that length of time in months with the man i love and have **** near doubled the capacity-- have bought a little man a simple legacy that his mommy and daddy have a say in the matter but when he's 17, he'll under stand the latter.
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
Seventeen
the length, in months, he stays, the act of age he portrays you've hurt so many lovers, and yet you take one other. the same age i felt with you the age before i was legally able to be stable, or atleast the thought of my own-- place, time, and space. i've watched, without you knowing and i've known that she had it coming... you get deathly sick, move out, and act like your gone, to see if she can really have one, two, ...wait... only one chance, because at 17 , you lost the first factor and now she is 25 and knows better moved on and written you a letter stating what i told you long ago that maybe at 17 you should have stayed alone. funny a simple prime number can have such significance where as my story with seventeen was a magazine an age where i first heard about graduated licensing when i decided that maybe i wasnt ready to date because at 28, i realize now that 17 for you is a mistake where mine is memories i made. this number was the bus i rode to and from school at even the same age, i felt i turned a page as the poetry i wrote and read; the pictures i took that now line books lined, blank, and randomly decorate pages handwriting was really interesting then-- but beautiful now to see that one thing has come true ...i found love... with a man, That i met Before you and found me once you left seeing regression to the age i felt... the highway in my home town that also leads-- to my home beach... and all the way to a place of fancy in Savannah and a commercialized vacation destination, in the opposite direction but knowing my memory is still alive, thriving... keeps the idea of this prime number alive atleast, and for the weak, subtract ten try to grow up doing the math that i was back then, before all the computers and cheat sheets. when standardized testing placed me in the highest bracket i would have graduated atleast a year faster. also, my memories deal more happiness knowing that they last with this... a little rhyme and time and now that i am in the prime, im past that length of time in months with the man i love and have **** near doubled the capacity-- have bought a little man a simple legacy that his mommy and daddy have a say in the matter but when he's 17, he'll under stand the latter.
Personal Accounts. 8/2012. this one is a pattern of the abusive mf i was with and a time line from which his ex's have given me accounts of and funny like mine and the girl he is with now... all lasted 17 months before he was sick and tried to get everyone to pity him as he were only 7 with himself hanging off the ledge. and FYI-- I missed getting into Mensa by a single point. where my other half qualifies. by that additional point. Funny as it seems, looks like our son will beat both of us.
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40/F/American
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
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