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Jan 29, 2007 02:13

My heart lives past the police station, to the right and then it follows a curvey road to the cutest house where the borders match her eyes.

My heart got evicted long ago but it lives there in secret hoping simba wont notice.

I wish my heart lived in Las Vegas.

Because lets be honest, keeping it where it is will just end up breaking it.
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