Oct 09, 2006 23:21
It's like i hardly see the sky somedays. No more treading on old ground.
The pretty is when the colours turn into shapes or edibles and pour out of the eyes, then I eat you all up.
I love you Kelsey.
I love you Karin.
Come home Chantelle.
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i love you.
more than..
anyone.
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you're a smart little girl reading your books
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