There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go?
And how come we're so hard?
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Get a diary if you want to "jot" down your thoughts, to express yourself through writing, because uhm- sweety?
NO ONE FUCKING CARES!
Love always.
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Case and point.
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And as always,
I expect these to be deleted before anyone sees them.
(Just in case, right) *wink*wink*
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I'd like to chat.
-The Boyfriend.
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OH and ps, i won't delete them lol. i don't know why you think id want to hide this, cus... you are a peice of shit, but i think its nicer to leave this here so everyone else can think your a peice of shit too :)
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