i used to make my own candles. i used to make whatever face i felt like in pictures. i used to go to the beach in the middle of the night. i used to have a wall covered in records. i used to be a gymnast. i used to work for a television station. i used to sit on top of water towers. i used to brave mosh-pits. i used to have my lip pierced. i used to stand on top of large rocks on windy days, and lean into the wind. i used to write letters to friends everyday in school. i used to draw pictures. i used to take the bus to everyday. i used to spend hours on the swing in my front yard. i used to try to find haunted houses. i used to sit on my roof and watch the sun come up. i used to love a boy. i used to cry every day after he was gone.
(This was written on 11/20/10)
Are you a lister?
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1 comments:
i used to, too...
sometimes i feel like no matter what i write in response, it can't live up to something proper to what you've written.
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