I need a paste, or anything that will hold me together. My heart was coming up through my throat and I was swallowing my mind. I can't tell the difference anymore between memories or what I want to take back. You can't take trips to the past, love how the world used to be, used to look, and then like the present after that little visit. It doesn't
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-Phillip Devine
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compelling post all around.
ohh.. and "such great heights" was originally by the postal service, i believe.
or at least they did the song too.
i like the iron & wine version better though.
ahsas, evol
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-Gem, evoL
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~Leira (i like my backwards name too)
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-Gem, evoL
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Nagem, evoL
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-Gem, evoL
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