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Heather
Hippy chicky3
Age 15

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fear deep within me,
growing ever constantly,
i ignore those damned fluttery butterflies and step
unto the fresh black soil of life.
every morn i want to crawl back into that warm lil
cave of a bed, sing myself to sleep,
and be awaken by a wonderful prince.
or at least something more intriguing than the weather report
with a dj who is hung over.
i've never been one for reality or for birthday cake,
but i never quite refuse either,
i take a nibbling bite at them both
and realize that they are too rich for my tiny tummy,
so wrap me up in my cheap taco bell grease wad
and i'll count sheep to sleep.