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What some people wish they could do on the roof during their lunch hour. See sabbie. |
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| me | addict | 021217 |
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| me | some one super imposed an addict on this addiction of perching at the school during lunch hour | 021217 |
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| minnesota_chris | Them are good eatin'. | 021218 |
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along skin raised, relief map of pain, lies so many everythings if i would just open my eyes to see your heart, not just your face along my leg, scar-crossed with scarlet lace no memories lost, no right to complain of body lost i never had tears want to come like rain. for not letting you be sad. everything and nothing just a syllable apart, please let them be. so easy to break my heart, if there was one not shattered, and remade with all new cries heard. if only scars stayed there would be nothing left but wings on which to fly away leaving no apologies. maybe the best thing, for today. |
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