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todays the day, but its only thursday
as i sit here tipeing this i look out side, the sky is a light blue, the sun is slowly riseing, and there are a few cars going by, today is the day, the day where i confess, today is the day, but its only thursday, i start to think what will they say, are start to think what will i say, i start to think, and in my mind i start to think nothing, today is the day, the day where i confess, today is the day, but its only thursday, i look forwerd to today thoe i know it will be the hardest and longest day il ever have, i look out side agein, the sky a little lighter, the sun, its still riseing in the air, as i sit here and tipe, as i sit here and tipe, and as i sit here in tipe, i start to think, today is the day, the day where i confess, today is the day, but its only thursday, so after you read this do not ask what this confesson is, because all i will say is, your not the persone i will confess to, and this is because there is only one person to confess too, and thoe its only thursday its now or never, i cant back down, and i cant screw up, but if i do, life gos on, the world still spins, and im still alive, today is the day, the day where i confess, today is the day, but its only thursday,
| On March 12th 2008 Jumpy1811 Said : | |
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I love, love love this!!! The repitition is amazing!!! also I love that it doesn't rhyme...so many people think that poems have to rhyme...it's wonderful! |


