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May 02, 2007 16:12

The springtime is the season,
Where everyone's a friend.
Loneliness and desperation both come to an end.
No matter how you died through winter,
In spring you're born again,
Your life might not be going good,
But spring helps you to pretend.

i wannaaa come home. MAY 12th! oh yessss.
xoxo
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