You're in or your out.
Two letters.
Defines who you are,
in the ever dwindling club.
Most awkward moment of my life,
not going to lie.
Awk to the Edgewood ward I live in.
Someday maybe I'll tell the world,
maybe be -- but
two letters later.......
and I'm out.
What happens to four strikes?
Erm...well maybe not.
That's all.
Yes, vague, I know, very vague.
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.
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