bridget-cassidyWhisper

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&when a heart has cracks in it, all you can do is pour the love out and give it to people in handfuls.
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Jun 13, 2010
&&i'll still find myself, but i will still continue to try and find the people to find myself with.
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Jun 12, 2010
&&&if home is where the heart is, there is no place like home. / but if your heart is broken...then there is no place to go.
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Jun 12, 2010
+a heart may be heavy / but it's not always air that keeps you afloat...
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Jun 13, 2010
a blissful you.Pull this thread, and Let it unravell. / you saw what all of it together can make... / and now see what all of it unravelled
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Jun 12, 2010
Awaiting...if i knew where i was going knowing i'd be proud / i would walk for hours... / i would walk for days...
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Jun 12, 2010
controllerhow can we breathe so easily / if we're smothered by our souls / being changed by unfamiliar souces
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Jun 13, 2010
If I was to break into your house...I would leave the tap running out of sheer malevolence...
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Jun 12, 2010
If you want warmthi always have the choice to pick up that picture frame, but i'm concerned it might shatter in my hands, only because i always seem to have quite a strong grip when ever i'm holding that picture of you. I don't know why, i can think all i like but my heart has a mind of its own, unfortunately one which i cannot control. she's staring at me hiding behind a cup of tea presenting that wholesome smile, holding it close to her chest to compare the warmth we share. I think she knows nothing compares and tries to hide her smile behind the cup, but she can't, you can still see the brightness reflecting from her eyes. / he can see me hiding behind my cup but i can't help myself but stare at him through the steam coming off my tea, he made it for me and as soon as that came to mind, my smile advanced. I can see straight through his little smile, he's trying not to smile, but his mouth isn't agreeing with him. Whenever he makes me a warm drink it makes me sleep vaguely sound. I don't need to dream when i'm sitting with my tea, and trying to connect minds with him. / this house is faded, the paint is stripping off with powdered colours on the chair and parts of the walls. Whenever she steps inside the house loves her, and blossoms with her. I think i might have the same mind as the house, i'm proud of my house even prouder than before. What an admireable house, it must comprehend her presence.
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Jun 12, 2010
le villa littlittle village on the moon, where all the inhabitants have glowing skin / the only ones with a pure soul are the only ones that are allowed within / they all hold eachother with tears, streaming down one anothers face
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Jun 12, 2010
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