Oct 28, 2012 01:10
A Hundred Percent Locked
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Fault, is not in our stars but in ourselves;that we are underlings.
And what's in a name? That we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.
The course of love never did run smooth;but either it was different in blood.
Some cupids kill with arrows, some with traps.
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me <3 you & pictures of you & you & YOU & YOU & YOU!!!!
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Added you back:)
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Yay, ok added back:)
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my name is ami
and im crazily friendly :D
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denise here, i've shifted.
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