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Saturday, February 6, 2010
love is . . .
When i told you that i hate you, but you wouldn't believe me anyways.
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facebook. find me
shapes
those 3 hours
randomly thinking
with this, you feel like you're never really there...
drive drive drive.
as you said goodbye.
opening these eyes
sleep well, darling.
ahhh. nipples.
crash and burn
to marylin.
this noise
jump.
Evelyn.
all i ever want to say to you:i still remember you...
driving
this void
i have a lover
youu.
i'm asleep. tomorrow
johnny cash sang it with hurt
chase this shadow
ilvou
just cause it's blue
the way i am
i think
i'm kind of wondering
this is without
this 3am perfume.
the simple pleasures of life have become more appa...
stargzing.
this fear you won't fall.
Gabriel.
let me write you a song
putting today into perspective
No title
we are once in a lifetime.
nights
randomly at 2
you can't silence this.
the flower shop never closes
for her
a heartless romantic
today we are whole again.
finally.
i miss you. bitch,.
hello, hurricane .
desperate
the fear we all hold
shit happens
just for kicks.
ions to ions
the idea of conformity
the ways u cannot imagine
good you moved on
neyo
the trees that come with a thought
ufo
remind me of the shit
the finest of one's desires
once the dust has settled
dear you.
the tunnel we walk and hate
jetaime.
dirty shadows
you can only wonder so much
love struck
after a hot morning sun.
into your hands
hot night
dare you me today, tomorrow.,
hi. how are you.
incandescence
cayse
for your eyes only
to your broken heart
Matthew 25:31-46
i write this for you.
this place we call space
you decide 3.
sometimes, we often focus and wonder where our mon...
just like a star across my.
i've found
after this
for rent
hmm.
at this point
love is . . .
a thought after the piano.
breaking up.
ssaay
sad me
rest is another word for relax.
our internals.
just because i have a picture
cliches.clicked me.
jibs
*i'm at uni -- so, no original pictures of mine.sp...
shadows don't play
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