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2007-01-16 + 6:42 p.m. I used to have so much of it. Too much. Does anyone remember me at 19? I had more energy then, and way more innocence (because it's too hard to spell naivite on the computer). I wrote a lot more poetry. Bad poetry. And I danced. And I did shows. And I knew how to wear my heart on my sleeve. I miss it. |