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Show Inside Out, 99 Look, I cant figure out what you think I can possibly do here. Why in the world would Terra want me for a friend? No offense, but I'm pretty sure she's not the kind of person I'd like for a friend either. I've never been into that heavy-metal crowd. As far as I can tell, the only thing we have in common is that our relatives are dead. That doesnt really make for great bonding, you know? What is the point really? Have you found my mom yet? He didn't write me back, or even IM me the whole time I was there. But this time I didn't care that much. I spent the time writing a new poem: / hadn't known before today the velvet brown of knowing eyes, hadn't known the million ways those chocolate eyes could sweeten when they turned on me |