• i feel sick. and this poem in this book that i found in this used bookstore in downtown wont leave me alone. i feel alone Diary Entries Nov. 16 - -NOBODY CAME TODAY -NOBODY CAME today -NOBODY came today -nobody came today -nobody came -nobody -no body -no " my feet my running feet i cannot catch them that is the last poem in the book. the book is called Mirrors On Uncertain Mornings. it is by Grant Johnston. he is a very good poet. he inspires me. i like his style. yes. school is. and that is all i can say. sad but happy. happy but sad. twists and turns. remember me. dont delete this. this is a reminder. to me. to who i am. 'sorry about the mess' seems to always be on the tip of my tongue. goodnight, my dark[hearted] insomniac.

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