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We spoke in ruined tongues, our words illegible. We were merely two disfigured kids holding hands in the dark, as if this was our only unspoken connection. And I wanted to feel the pain you had whispered about moments before. And the back of the truck was cold and you had put your head down, and I all I wanted to do was move across the flat bed and ( Read more... ) -
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new showbread song up on purevolume.
http://www.purevolume.com/onedarksummer
scroll down and find the song "Oh! Emetophobia!"
its pretty much amazing and love -
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its raining outside.
my first desert rain. -
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WHAT'S MISSING FROM THIS PICTURE?
ITS JUST ME!
WITHOUT MY BIKE!!!!!!!!
