Jun 13, 2004 07:45
Dots of polka, strings of hair, rags for clothing, stories to share.
Houses of paper, preferebly toilet; sprinting from harm, the light night air.
Of all the things I've lost, I've gained but one.
This one is fading and almost done.
But when it fades and is led astray
My fear is that the dots of polka will have gone away..
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the only time they went away was when u where trying to be somebody ur not....
someday...try on ur old clothes...the ones that i was even envious of cuz they were so awesome and different...
then tell me if the dots of polka went away....or if u threw them away...
try to remember who u where before the 'one' ...remember those good times...and see if they even live up to the old ones...
i love u...and i miss u...i miss the real u...the old u...the one that didn't care what ppl thought..the one that was free to raise her hands and worship...the one who was the center of attention...the one who was free to go where ever she wanted..be whoever she wanted..and didn't have to ask permission for everything....
u are ur own person...even when u are in a relationship...u are free to do what ever u want..be whoever u want...and if he doesn't like that...than screw him...
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sometimes...i just wish i could help u...even though..if u did need help..i couldn't do much...i just want to see u happy again...in love again...real love...Godly love...and i want to see u smile and not hold ne thing back...
ur the most beautiful person in the world...u are u truly are...i don't know how u do it....
ur amazing and i'm sorry for the post that i wrote earlier....the one above...
...i love those dots of polka....
LOVE
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You deserve the most extravagant friends fate has to offer.
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It's the truth!
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