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purple phone

And every night we talk on the phone
And I wrap myself up in too many blankets
And I dont care if my make-up is smeared,
Or my roommate listens.
I draw trees for him.
Write poems for him,
Read books to talk about them with him.
I try not to be odd and mishaped,
But boys think i'm ugly,
And girls don't understand.
So I just focus on business.
I can't think about anything anymore.
I will just eat and sleep and breath the only happiness I know,
Midnight conversations
And his love.

1:16 p.m. - 2001-04-16

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