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Sunday, March 25, 2007
o m e
what are
you
thinking?
there's only so much i can take before i walk out the door.
so let me go if you can't catch me when i fall.
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so she's loud, wild and crazy.. but you can't help it, you know you love her.
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o m e
too close for comfort.
trust.
oh, how i miss those secondary school boys.
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