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Jan 01, 2010 23:35

She'll go to town on you. Pull hard on the roots. There's nothing you can do. The girl with gold shoes. There's nothing you can do. There's so much beauty it could make you cry.

I draw bones and the animals and people on those bones.
Scars, blackeyes, bloody-nose kisses. the colors bruises fade when they heal.
Rampant insomnia, basically canine, frequently angst-ridden.
Take me camping? Also, everyone on my top friends after #6 is basically tied at #7 i love you all the same amount in different ways.

I have changed I have, I have changed.
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