whatever comes to mind

Listening to: nothing
Feeling: tense
iam sitting in my room looking at this damm scren(sp) and writing whatever comes to my head.and everthing i think about turns out to be related to dallas i have no clue why. i know this does not make any sence(sp) but whatever comes to mind im writing it .now im crying i have no clue why but now that i think of it iam alone whitout someone to hold me cloes to them as we sleep together. and this person happends to be Dallas.
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