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[19 Aug 2005|06:41pm] |
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Sedated girl, can't you see
You will be the death of me?
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[16 Jul 2005|02:04pm] |
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on your porch- the format |
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GAH.
I really hate wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Because it's never going to get me what I want.
And I love being ignored by guys that used to call me all the time and say sweet things.
But now that you're home, and I'm so young, UH OH..better not talk to her! Let's just ignore the fuck out of her and make her feel like a piece of shit. Hey! That works!
Except that it fucking doesn't.
I am so tired of being let down.
I can't take it anymore.
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[13 Sep 2004|01:01am] |

- comment to be added - - add me and i just might add you back-
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