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Hello, my name's Connor. Not really a girl's name, but it's my name unless my birth certificate is lying. Age 13, annoyed by the usual things. I like writing poems, and they work better as a so-called "emotional outlet" than screaming into a pillow. I don't care if you like them or not. I don't care if you hate me or not. My reason I don't care? Let's just say it's not a new experience to me. So, have fun developing an opinion of me, wether it's a good one or not, my name's Connor Mock |
A word to the wise--
Get out of your head...
Once upon a time
In a place far from here...
Have you ever wanted
To just go outside...
Who decided on colors?
Who decided the sky is blue...
I'm tired.
Of pervy jokes at lunch...
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Okay, "anything is possible" is a total lie! You CANNOT SLAM A REVOLVING DOOR! I TRIED! |
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Am I evil if I wish she had succeeded? |
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Don't knock on Death's door. Ring the bell and run. He totally hates that. |