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Oct 06, 2008 00:02

 i've found a room with a view.

any place that i feel at ease in i consider to be home. that room is my home. with your dirty clothes everywhere, your books and boots, and your music.
after this week, on my birthday some of my separate worlds met each other and everything was fine. 
despite all of the pressure lately, as long as i'm in that room, everything is okay. even with one problem a few yards over.

i don't like labels. i don't like putting a tag on things. if i feel for you, i feel for you.
what is there to know? this is what it is.
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