I may have lost my pencil pouch.
You know that Death Note thing, the one that I kept all of my writing and drawing utensils in as well as all of the notes that you sent me (which, as lame as it sound, I look at and read when I'm feeling crappy)?
This really sucks.
You may think I'm over-reacting, but...
I was attached to that thing.
I hope that I can find it.
You know that Death Note thing, the one that I kept all of my writing and drawing utensils in as well as all of the notes that you sent me (which, as lame as it sound, I look at and read when I'm feeling crappy)?
This really sucks.
You may think I'm over-reacting, but...
I was attached to that thing.
I hope that I can find it.
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and soft lips count the stars
while gentle blades of midnight grass
mark the distance to where you are.
I sowwy!
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and I can feel you next to me-
I close my eyes against the night,
half afraid to see.