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i write. i breathe. and i see beauty. people have said i am.. |
I will tell you how much you mean to me
and ask for a promise, once last time...
Well twenty\'s just such an awkward age,
and the good tv shows are never on at eight...
Well those words have been done before
In a thousand no a million voices...
I feel like
writing something beautiful...
All he heard was a cute little song
A little tune to fall asleep to or something...
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[horrid society under the influence of lovehate triggered friendship.] |