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I must now write for you a poem As I sit here all alone. Tales of some random Girl on Facebook: My friend askin’ “Whats been up?” “ugh..life.” I say to him. Realizing I’m sounding morosely grim I continue with a story Of how my life was once filled with bitter glory But on second thought… …”Nevermind I tell him.” “You have other things to do than listen But now I must sign off this facebook And if you care later I’ll let you look. Look into my mind Just to see what you can find Explore me Like Indiana Jones Veering through the winding traffic cones Don’t go crashing unexpectingly Because my minds not filled with the expected. But instead with the dead..resurrected. “ “Sorry if I’m not making sense.” I apologize Hoping that he doesn’t one day search my eyes And find the inner me Locked inside but I’ve always been free. “Goodbye” I tell him. “See ya” He answers. “But before I go..”He types “Can I call you later tonight?” “Maybe we can talk and make plans Or I can tell you better who I am.” I ponder his offer for only a second “Sure.” I say “My number is..” Bam. And just like that.. Chat Disconnected.
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:58 PM UTC
Tales of Some Random Girl on Facebook
I must now write for you a poem As I sit here all alone. Tales of some random Girl on Facebook: My friend askin’ “Whats been up?” “ugh..life.” I say to him. Realizing I’m sounding morosely grim I continue with a story Of how my life was once filled with bitter glory But on second thought… …”Nevermind I tell him.” “You have other things to do than listen But now I must sign off this facebook And if you care later I’ll let you look. Look into my mind Just to see what you can find Explore me Like Indiana Jones Veering through the winding traffic cones Don’t go crashing unexpectingly Because my minds not filled with the expected. But instead with the dead..resurrected. “ “Sorry if I’m not making sense.” I apologize Hoping that he doesn’t one day search my eyes And find the inner me Locked inside but I’ve always been free. “Goodbye” I tell him. “See ya” He answers. “But before I go..”He types “Can I call you later tonight?” “Maybe we can talk and make plans Or I can tell you better who I am.” I ponder his offer for only a second “Sure.” I say “My number is..” Bam. And just like that.. Chat Disconnected.
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:58 PM UTC
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