I wanna run, but only far enough to make you miss me. I wanna take
back all the crap that I have done. But, I guess you were better
off without me. I need to start to be myself, because I'm sick of
your just like my applejuice sometimes its chuncky and sometimes it
is gross and sometimes it is lovely like a tree, but you are mmore
then a tree you are a flower in a giant field of blossoms. that are
diffrent from you that is what i like about you baby poo.