Ello people. I just got back from an errand i had to make& there's an impending notion not yet to be accomplished because of the weather. Well before that was work and Kaylea came for one of the classes. I suspect whoever sees her would automatically label her demure. And she has eyes that'll urge you to be her protector. I gladly was for the 45 mins though;]
Anyhow anyhow, i went for a gathering ytd with the ex-adams& friends. I remember seeing myself fussing over my loose dress& selflessly making myself occupied. So much for a goodbye gathering. But the barbequing part was quite productive(like duh) everyone's attention gets to the food i guess. Well mine did. Aww& here's the obvious part. Some of us were clearing the charcoal out when when my dress slipped down. Then i just pretended it was OKAY. Seriously its not that i'm not conservative. My cheeks are doing self-destruction. You know like tomato red. So i told myself i'm never wearing that loose pretty dress again even if everyone said it was good on me.
Okay i've been reading nineteen mins. I came across a hundred words worth noting but i only insinuate over a platitude; Death has no second chances. Idk why demish seems to be the only epithet i am coiling myself in. But during this, too, had emanated a hate. A hate that i know i've choked myself to a weakling. A hate that i don't have a clue to who am i. A hate that i know all of this reflects me immature.
Will you still remember me if there was a me?
Anyhow anyhow, i went for a gathering ytd with the ex-adams& friends. I remember seeing myself fussing over my loose dress& selflessly making myself occupied. So much for a goodbye gathering. But the barbequing part was quite productive(like duh) everyone's attention gets to the food i guess. Well mine did. Aww& here's the obvious part. Some of us were clearing the charcoal out when when my dress slipped down. Then i just pretended it was OKAY. Seriously its not that i'm not conservative. My cheeks are doing self-destruction. You know like tomato red. So i told myself i'm never wearing that loose pretty dress again even if everyone said it was good on me.
Okay i've been reading nineteen mins. I came across a hundred words worth noting but i only insinuate over a platitude; Death has no second chances. Idk why demish seems to be the only epithet i am coiling myself in. But during this, too, had emanated a hate. A hate that i know i've choked myself to a weakling. A hate that i don't have a clue to who am i. A hate that i know all of this reflects me immature.
Will you still remember me if there was a me?
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