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Sep 18, 2006 17:38

I run by your house every night, in hopes that, in my favor, you'll come out and save me. You never do, and i'm always left disappointed. I always did have the worst of luck. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and soon, someone is going to pull the carpet from beneath my feet - i can't sense the great down fall. Or perhaps, it's my brash level of ( Read more... )

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tachaaa anonymous October 25 2006, 22:35:44 UTC
I miss you.
Even if you weren't talking about me.
Andddddd, the entry below this, that picture of your mom... priceless. love her. haha.

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