PeggedA Poem by Juliet-----anytime you come around I try to understand why you work the way you do, but you rocked shut so that no one could get you to open up. i don't care about anything bad that happened to you. there are plenty of my own problems to worry about without yours driving me mad. you're a walking closet full of holy sweaters, all of your skeletons, dirty little secrets and that moth ball smell. inside holds all of those things that you hold onto, but you shouldn't; you know better. it'd be nice to get some fresh air. you'll see that soon enough.
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2 Reviews Added on February 2, 2014 Last Updated on February 2, 2014 AuthorJulietAntarctica, TNAboutYou don't need to know about me. Just read. I write likeKurt VonnegutI Write Like. Analyze your writing! more..Writing
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