i've been requesting hangouts ,resendingrequests for friends and most of all posting and making new polls allday wondering through my thoughts scream when the ******** am i getting out of here no offense to gaia ofcourse the days coming here are like long hikes on cliffs wondering through my thoughts are like walking through a darked [and some times lightened]forest.this entri may seem wierder than wierd but it's just an expressing poem i thought of but my last verse will be:
as my house full of terror and nothing but fuss mymind a great exciting adventuring [at times peacefulplace to go to when the fussing of terror and the tears of saddness start to fall
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