My friend once gave me some very good advice:
"Don't get overly hopeful," She said
I only wish i could have saved another from falling too deep.
I could of saved her from dissapointment,
From endless grief,
Anxious all day,
Trembling by night,
Waiting till that special time;
5:00.
Walking up to the door,
Where the list hung,
She was confident,
But maybe a little worried.
And she looked through the list,
Checked it twice,
But, next to Belle,
It didn't say "Leigh Kozak".
Author notes
I dedicate this one to leigh. I might be wrong in what i am assuming by our talk on the phone. If I am, then i still hope this is a good poem. I'M NOT GUARANTEEING ANYTHING PEOPLE, DON'T JUDGE BY MY POEM.
so?
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i did get in but i lost the part of belle to a sixth grader and im stuck in the fucking enchanted objects. The derctior made a bad choice that sixth grader can't sing. I still cant belive i lost to a sixth grader
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gosh leigh, you know what? you and i can make fun of the sixth grader.. . . . . ... . .and see all of these people that feel bad 4 u? It's gonna b ok.
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Yes I know what this is about and I'm really sorry sorry sorry leigh!! u even had a callback too. just hang in there.
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Good job. I like the list part... kinda sounds like santa's list. lol. hope ur friend feels better.
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awwwwwww
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