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My Gums Will Bleed Today
posted on Saturday, March 12, 2011 @ 11:47 AM
"You take what is yours and I'll take mine."

Today consists of:
Dentist
Online classes
Oral history project
Eating.
Music would be nice too...but that might be pushed to tomorrow.

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. The dentist will hate me.

It only took two hours to get through a half hour of interview.
Blehh. Half way there.

I had a dream last night.
It was a really horrible one.
But that's okay.

Poetry is really frustrating when it just lays everything out in front of you.
I can't write about deep things without getting super depressed and frustrated.
I want to write about puddle jumping, not love.
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