You’ve got your ball
You’ve got your chain
Tied to me tight tie me up again
Who’s got their claws
In you my friend
Into your heart I’ll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll.

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Sarah and I are going out, I'm so happy!

It is definitely my birthday today. w00t.

I have come to the realization that I love Sarah Earls, I really do.

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

I can't believe that you are gone, friend.
I will never forget you.

Nerd to the max...
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Sarah Earls rocks because she put music in my journal. Well, she rocks in general, but now she rocks even harder.
And I am gay. The end.