Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Black Olives

I love black olives. So much that I'm eating just that out of a jar right now.
Sounds gross, I know.
But I need to fuel myself to get through the rest of this paper.
And why are green olives so salty?
They're both olives.
The world is so mysterious.




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Why do I feel the way I do?
Why does my heart race at the sound of my name?
It's just my name, the same one I've had since the minute I entered this world.
I said I would erase starting today and yet again, I stumble.

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