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May 30, 2006 23:34

Today I woke up, slightly burnt from one hit and sticky from days and days of not being in my own bed. The sun poured through the windows of Iyla's house, only adding to the stickiness I was in and the discomfort and sadness that plagued my thoughts. It was true, I had been played, and it was true, I meant nothing to this boy, and it was true, he ( Read more... )

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robotsonly June 2 2006, 21:24:02 UTC
yo, we're royaly. fuck boy friends, we deserve kings.

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