She picked up a piece of paper and her weapon of choice began to write a story of her life From her first Christmas she remembered when she was eight She wrote of Sam, her Junior prom date A day in July watching all the creatures in the sky and her pulsating love line December Oh-One "I'm in love!" to January twenty-four "What a whore!" She wrote it all, and wrote it again when the last time she realized she forgot to click the pen.
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