Hey @ Marci's

hey sitting here at my friend Marci's house. Yeah kool. I promise to make my disry more interesting soon i just have to learn how to use it that is all. But yeah my bf will not talk to me and it is pissing me off. But yeah cassie i say hi and i call you sometime or see yeah at school. - Jen
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my fav. poem

The blood runs. At first red as a rose. Slowly it runs darker. Eventually it runs black. Black like the color of my heart. As the blood runs black I feel my body dieing. My soul was already dead. It is a black death. It is a black death because I am already dead. I am already dead inside. I lost all feeling and all emotions. I lost myself so I die a black death. By: Amber Wright
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