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The mysterious memories:
Bare with me... I remember a group of eleven. I remember a girl who love me. Her name was Emeline Smithson, I knew her as Emma Smith. I told a story about her. Sure her family called her Emily but I called her Emma. I told people a semi-truth about her. She was beautiful. But she wasn't how I described her. She was the closest thing to love ever.
There was a pervert by the name Pete-Pierre. Oh Pierre, there was two bisexuals Coral and her girlfriend...Catherine, I called her Cassie. Oh god... I hope those two are happy. To me that were their names but I called them by something else.
Danny...how could I forget Danny. I joked around and called him Danny Phantom. But he wasn't a ghost boy. He was a muscular guy. There was oh crap I forgot this guys name...give me a minute. It's Arabic. Was it Jamal? Abu? Azuel? Uh I'm sorry I remember him as a coward.
There was Tierre, how could I not forget her. I felt like a failure since she...well she...well...give a moment. Let's just say I should have love her more than I did with Emily. Oh why did she had to kill her self.
There was two young guys friends with Coral. One was Dayton he was sort of like Coral if you know what I mean. Unlike his friend Jack. Blonde hair guy, girls wanted him. To bad for them, don't worry girls I'm single as hell.
Nope... *Sigh*
there were two more.
One who wanted to be an actress. She often cosplay and is partly sweetish. I remember our odd role playing. She never saw me more as a friend. Isn't always.
Jill my first black girlfriend... wait that came out wrong. She was black and also my friend and also a girl. You know what I mean.
Oh the 12 of us were great together. United we all stand but at around 2010 things feel apart and we all drift into strangers. Sure they don't remember their Writer... I'm probably a nobody to them. At least they weren't the other eight.
Oh those eight jerks. Enemies of mines more like it. Pushing me around, crushing my hopes. I know they hurt me several ways but I lied my way out of there by the time that was done...I was alone again. And I grew tried of lies and pain.
Bare with me... I remember a group of eleven. I remember a girl who love me. Her name was Emeline Smithson, I knew her as Emma Smith. I told a story about her. Sure her family called her Emily but I called her Emma. I told people a semi-truth about her. She was beautiful. But she wasn't how I described her. She was the closest thing to love ever.
There was a pervert by the name Pete-Pierre. Oh Pierre, there was two bisexuals Coral and her girlfriend...Catherine, I called her Cassie. Oh god... I hope those two are happy. To me that were their names but I called them by something else.
Danny...how could I forget Danny. I joked around and called him Danny Phantom. But he wasn't a ghost boy. He was a muscular guy. There was oh crap I forgot this guys name...give me a minute. It's Arabic. Was it Jamal? Abu? Azuel? Uh I'm sorry I remember him as a coward.
There was Tierre, how could I not forget her. I felt like a failure since she...well she...well...give a moment. Let's just say I should have love her more than I did with Emily. Oh why did she had to kill her self.
There was two young guys friends with Coral. One was Dayton he was sort of like Coral if you know what I mean. Unlike his friend Jack. Blonde hair guy, girls wanted him. To bad for them, don't worry girls I'm single as hell.
Nope... *Sigh*
there were two more.
One who wanted to be an actress. She often cosplay and is partly sweetish. I remember our odd role playing. She never saw me more as a friend. Isn't always.
Jill my first black girlfriend... wait that came out wrong. She was black and also my friend and also a girl. You know what I mean.
Oh the 12 of us were great together. United we all stand but at around 2010 things feel apart and we all drift into strangers. Sure they don't remember their Writer... I'm probably a nobody to them. At least they weren't the other eight.
Oh those eight jerks. Enemies of mines more like it. Pushing me around, crushing my hopes. I know they hurt me several ways but I lied my way out of there by the time that was done...I was alone again. And I grew tried of lies and pain.
Part 2 in memory of people that I left behind.
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