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Name: Alex Lin Kaiyang [Alex is unofficial]
Age: Almost 18 YEAH BABEH!
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so have a sweet dream



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I just want to know what I need to know.
I bloody hate myself.



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i post and i already told you i would but you don't read.



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sorry sorry sorry for everything and anything
and
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I feel unnatural, and totally out of place.
Like I shouldn't be here anymore, or trying.




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prom is in about 1 hour or so

and i am really excited.

dressed up and i look fine but i feel a little weird

i guess its nothing

just a little bit of nervousness

and unfamiliarity?

perhaps.

hahahaha



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A Poem, for the Runner.

He steps through puddles on the ground.
The stench of overnight rain
Filling up his nostrils.
Of wet leaves, that would otherwise crunch under his feet
Instead cling to his shoes, refusing to let go
Wanting him to take them where he goes
The air is chilling him, even through his otherwise thick skin
As the streamline shapes blur past him on the tarmac
He will not bother to keep up, for what are legs to horsepower?
Instead, he turns, and concentrates on placing on foot in front of the other.
A million things are going through his mind
His stomach is full, he needs to get it out
His heart is barely racing, his legs are barely tired
His thoughts jump to everyone from everything, and from everyone to everything.
As his legs barely lift up from the floor.
He tells himself
A little bit more, almost there.
But he never listens to himself.
And stops.
Barely panting. Barely fatigued.
He's sick of running,
But he's definitely not tired.





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