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it had started to rain, but we didnt care every word that was spoken held onto the air |
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i'm bored. i like to say things and write things on my wall. now i'll write them in here to get my mind off of what my medicine is doing to me. i feel like a run on sentence in a puncuation crazy world. she's everything she says she is. i think but never speak. you+me+stars=greatness look into my eyes and tell me that you see stars in yours. hold me. i just want to be held. elliot smith is my fucking god. ow! *cute look away* i'm such a dork. |