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and i love greatly and so intense but i get lonely and i get depressed and i feel in danger because i dont speak well or express my thoughts

but i love greatly and so intense, and i want to be a good person, and i need my friends that i can count on. i love them so much.

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i am thinking about when i was a child, and i walked through the house on plywood floors and the walls were naked dry-wall ( Read more... )

They lift their voices in song, their voices are strong and harsh and they chant and howl, but the sounds they create are beautiful and wild ( Read more... )

oh my gosh, i cant believe i did cocain with the Dandy Warhols.
no but, we talked the whole night too, SERIOUSLY TALKED, about their families and their dreams and their theories
it was pretty cool.

i definitly couldnt have done it without Amanda.
Amanda held all the weight and shes what pulled us through.
if it werent for her it wouldnt have

hada weird dream last night, about my tongue. dreamed that my tongue was cut out of my mouth, that i could take it in and out, and i held it in my hands, a thick slab of meat, a cow tongue, and i looked at it, and inside my mouth was empty ( Read more... )

i really really love this poem ( Read more... )

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