ruff stuff off the floor.. need to look for good things..and things to laugh about or I fall apart.. the only way i keep my mind from falling in to its rut of drakes not here is to work on something… in a way drake is still here. he took apart of me and left a part of him.. not sure how but he did.. the voice of the editer has become a still small voice in my head.. (It does little to fix my spelling.). dad thinks I'm going nut..but i think a part of drake will always be with me.. not sure anyone will understand this..
as for this page it may never be used.. it was just one of many ideas on the floor.
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