Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me
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I miss you already, babe.
and i'm sorry about your night, which calls for *anotherhug*
BYEEE!!!!!
*hugsforareallylongtime*
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Miss you too, toots! Have loads & loads of fun though! Can't wait to hear all about it. :D :D :D
*hugs back again as well*
BON VOYAGE, daaaahling!
*hugs and doesn't let go until you threaten to throw her overboard*
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Keats died at 28, what are you waiting for? There is no time for shyness, for fear or for lack of believement in oneself. You can do it. You are who you are because there is a full wide world out there needing you to make it a better place. So my dear, be you. That will mean that some days will be good and some will not be so good. We just must accept that & keep on going =)
*hugs hard*
P.S: Tomorrow you will get more comments from me ;) I am going to try to catch up!
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*hugs back*
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Whatever it is that is making your heart sore, ride it out, know it will pass eventually but be in it. Because it's real and it's life and it means you have depth and thank GOD you can feel!
I love you, Monica!
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You are a DOLL, m'dahling!
Love ya!
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