Jul 07, 2005 23:07
to whom this may concern,
sometimes...
I like to pretend
that my bones are made of glass...
and that God will not give me anything that i can not handle.
-the girl with the flower in her hair.
p.s. I want to shatter into a 1,000 pieces.
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That makes me want to cry.
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