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Apparently, my pencil knows me best.

By , Morristown, TN
My Another rough day, and I'm not quite sure what to do. I pick up my pencil, and start to think of you.
Though, I'm not quite sure what I want to say, pencil knows what to do. It dances across the paper, and before I know it, I'm through.
I hold up my notebook, not sure if I'm proud or distressed; I slowly start to realize, even my pencil knows you're the best.
If I can't hide my feelings from inanimate objects, I know my sanity is through.
It isn't all my fault though, I'm just that crazy for you.





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Heathurrlovesyouu said...
Feb. 9, 2011 at 4:27 pm
Thank you very much. : )
 
alismiles said...
Jan. 19, 2011 at 5:22 pm
I love this 
 
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