Hello, this is my journal, anyone who looked at it before just got a yo momma joke. :3
So wright now everythings been going swell. (who says that?) So since I don't have anything important to say about in my real life heres a story coming right out of my mind. : D
The cool December mist brushed my hair like a comb. I could see my breath as I darted from alley to alley, I used to be the hunter, now I was the hunted, cliche am I right? The police sirens cut the normally quite midnight air in to pieces. And all of this started with just a few simple words...
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