repeat the unspoken thinking design. a forlorn apology. speak to me in syllables and apostrophes, dearest. your false sense of touch on stoplights left a smear on the road where you lay. desolate and youthful. loneliness kills the cold seeping from below and fogs thoughtful windows. or is it daylight savings time where you sleep? fearless from the
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post back in here ill check...
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post back.
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it's nice to hear from you again. how are you? thanks for the lyric help. i didn't have them right in front of me, so i went off total memory. IM me sometime, xNotQuiteTherex. <3
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