we sent out the s.o.s. call, it was a quarter past four in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line. four months at sea, four months of calm seas to be pounded, in the shallows off the tip of montauk point. they call them rogues; they travel fast and alone; one-hundred-foot faces of god's good ocean gone wrong. what they call love is
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i lovez dat song innit. everyone stole my sarcastic piss take of innit & lolz & stuff. makes me sad, lmao syke. ♥
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i hope you're ok. xx
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over nothing, so im really hoping ill be ok at the funeral.
love youuu.
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she was absolutely certain id get distinction, so i think
i'd got my hopes up a bit, and merit was a dissapointment.
but oh well, at least its over.
NOW I CAN PLAY ANYTHING I WANT TO PLAY, NOT JUST EXAM
PIECES! WHOOOO! heh. how is helen today? xx
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