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May 31, 2007 23:52

I'm so much of someone that I don't even know.
These scars won't fade, and I fear they'll tell the parts of my story I don't want told.
We keep getting caught up in the here and now - at this rate I fear we'll never make it back to Oz.

Just tell me that you love me flawed. Just tell me we'll make this place our home... and fuck the consequences - It'll be alright.
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