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Emily
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18 August 2008

August #14

today
was a very good day
wherein i made plans
and broke them
so i could be with myself.
i made cookies
and ate them
so i could be myself.
i bought cardboard cartons
and ate chinese
so i could enjoy myself.
i went to his house
and cuddled
so i could love myself.
today
was a very, very good day.
Posted by Emily at 22:43
Labels: good, love, myself, poem

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