I don't talk to her much, She's a sleeper. I don't know what that means, Anymore. I used to too, But now I just write, Angel why don't you try? I miss this one too, I miss her. I miss her beautiful comedy, I like her ideas tho. She thinks that's so good for her. She needs to leave, Leave that box, that has them both trapped. I hope this ends, Put it all away, Save it for no other day. No fuck it all, You're truly a riot grrrrl.
Reason for writing:
my other shining star, tracie. the two (allie) are twins. two of my favorite people. tracie thinks, she sleeps and thinks, shes so particullar. but in a wonderfull way.
Birth sign: Cancer
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