Feb 08, 2007 10:03
This horseless carriage leads me home. My hands remain folded. My life
reamins a sunday. Brick by brick i built this staircase. Brick by brick
i walk on. Situated just below the ground and just above your head. Throw
your roses, throw your tears down. If we don't meet (again) this side of
heaven, make sure you're right. Stutter.
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<333
hee.
If you did write this yourself, i had no idea, well, i know you have the soul, but i didnt know you could write like this.
miss you many many times.
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However, I can personally write something inspirational "like this", if not more IF you were to kidnap me as promised... eh??? EEEHHHH????????????
ps you should message me on myspace
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love you long time. <33
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