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[nazrin]

stink-the questions circle my mind. iced mocha, and a dog in hand. my dreads seem to linger more as a dream. (i was once told that i wouldnt be able to hold them) i feel numb at the moment. my stomach has begun to feel weak. eternal sunshine please exist. if it really did, i know i wouldnt. if you own the new bjork please listen to the one about a

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[anonymous]

missing .
each of us liked 2 think that love would eventually ride in on a bull with soft candy and boxes of sunshine for everyone. eager to hold us all in its giant grasp and protect us from ever having 2 remember . but a little bird wearing an eyepatch and red paint named ralphie flew into my window one early sunday morning and told me glorious and wonderful things that made me think and feel otherwise. stories of city lights and rooftops,trips to poor but beautiful cities with one change of clothes a thermos and a debit card,sand in my dress shoes,little kids that wear their halloween costumes year round and puppies with no concept of anger or jealousy....then he flew away and i thought 2 myself whats gonna happen 2 all the faith.....whats gonna happen nexy early sunday morning....i miss him and his stories but i know hes gone forever 4 a reason and i need 2 start telling myself my own glorious and wonderful stories.....just not 2day cuz im tired and worn out from trying not 2 think of soft candy and boxes of sunshine...