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This is a page dedicated to my best friend of 8 years.
Jen. Wow we've been thru so much growing up. 8 years of it to be exact. And i honestly can't remember one big fight we've had where we weren't talking. This is dedicated to her, the one who knows me best and has stuck by me through all these years no matter how shitty i've been to her!
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This is my best friend Jen! |
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This is a recent halloween picture of me and Jen.In our famous little pose. |
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An Instrument of Emotion
By: Jennifer Lyons
Almost nothing
Can top the feel of the strings
Underneath your fingertips
And the melodic ring in your ears.
The vibrant green colour
The smooth texture
And it's curved shape in your arms
Is enough to create a musician.
Knowing that you are creating beauty
With every note you play
And every chord you strum.
There is nothing more passionately played,
And strummed with as much emotion.
If there is anything more novel then a 6 string electric,
Then music cannot be beautiful.
I was out with Jen tonight and she was smelling her mittens and i asked. Why would you be doing that? She answered cuz it smells like Matt! Take a sniff! So i did and i concluded it doesn't just smell like Matt! It smells like both of you together.And thats how it shall stay.
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