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Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
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Time moves to fast, takes our love, to the end. Can I not cherish the time. Time has always been, my cruel little gem. It does not teach of love, but of cuss and hate. Can I not cherish the moments, that are oh so sweet, on the skin of my lips. And the curve of my hips. That sing and dance. A song so sweet, The story of time, that nips at my feet.
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Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 2:58 PM UTC
can we not cherish our time.
I have been drawling alot these past weeks. I couldn't ever get that look in your eyes in my pictures, but tonight, at ten forty four... I did, it wasn't the perfect you, but, I did it, I drew for two hours, and I got it. Art, you saved me.
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Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC
You are my career.
They call us k.o, Adriana, Riley, Jessica, and Gabby. Pass out. While we walk by. Party. Crash. Burn. Don't get it? Didn't think you would <3 my gals
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Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
4+1=K.O
It's weird, I now know how cinderella felt at midnight. Her heart was in her ears, her stomache in her throat, hot water behind her eyes. She was left with nothing. But I never expected it to come from you. The man that loved me, who cared the most for me. Was a lie. Poor cinderella. Lying there. Broken. Call us twins, but me with no prince, no king.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
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It's weird, I now know how cinderella felt at midnight. Her heart was in her ears, her stomache in her throat, hot water behind her eyes. She was left with nothing. But I never expected it to come from you. The man that loved me, who cared the most for me. Was a lie. Poor cinderella. Lying there. Broken. Call us twins, but me with no prince, no king.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 4:31 PM UTC
Dear Cinderella I give you strength,
purely something unique we got here, get it while it lasts, while it's hot, it'll burn at first, but it will dull. don't worry young one, we got time,
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC
so as i sit here, i don't have a word to say,
We'll make it through this, I swear.
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Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
There's a place perfect far from my hands.
You took my heart, and threw in the trash, another piece of garbage, a reminder of your past.
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 6:08 PM UTC
Is this what you think of me?
Rain falls off the window pain, is all I can feel. It trickles down, like tears on a cheek. That's brushed with rough fingers.
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Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 5:12 PM UTC
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