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Stolen from my favourite Shane (cerulgalactus)
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE ( Read more... )
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE ( Read more... )
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can
speak
get
we
AND
even
paragraph
don't
now
FICTIONAL
you
)
people
bad
coated
(
me
about
you
little
remember
,
want
this
rude
are
your
often
blog
read
over
passing
surprised
or
DON'T
comment
FAKE
so
TO
this
/
want
you
this
COMPLETELY
When
anything
mortified
good
right
you
/
a
if
about
with
HAS
/
or
memory
to
post
pudding
on
.
of
BE
funny
,
if
You
-
your
be
you're
know
what
UP
-
a
It
please
)
ACTUALLY
-
post
finished
BUT
(
.
and
IT
eyes
.
creative
.
,
If
and
you
MADE
be
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ok i'll translate it too
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on our gettogether, we had some conversations
we were unable to communicate in paragraphs, just stream stream stream
thisforth, the nitro-lie-gyen on full
my most opinion about you (only the bad stuff) especially about our relationship
i wish i could remember this rudeness which is all your fault
you're always on livejournal blog blog blog even when we're having sex you say blog more than my name
"oh that's good oh i should blog about this"
i don't even read them
i thought it was just a phase, which leaved me surprised...
or i knew it all along
i'd
just like to clarify that i am lying to them / to computer / or was it to you?
100% pure madeup shit
it seems whenever i find something good or right, you get scared of it - even mortified
ok bored
buit it ended well
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as if it meant something...
but i still can't come to grips with what it's about..
or who you're with..
is it because they HAVE more then me, or is it just a WHorE
i remembered to make pudding for this special day, even put a post-it on the fridge so you'd know. and still, it was all about jokes to you... you being you, of course - you never change, never know what's up with me, you're just who you are and never anything more
i only ask you to eat me so unoften, please? (and yes actually i've done some bad things - so what if the postman saw my but, and even finished painting it on that one visit?) just some undecent look of your eyes would be enough, be creative
yffanda...
no, this is over, just leave me be
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