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I don't have it in me to be your friend because losing a friend is worse than just someone in the back seat of a cab or sprawled out on a towel on the beach at night besides, why wouldn't you leave? Go to London with her, with him, with her, with them You and him and her and they and they tell me to have goals. You ask about dreams. I seldom get asked questions "Im paralyzed by everything that I touch or that touches me." I tell everyone else I want to be in the "non-profit sector" I think about renting a small room. Working a night shift or not working. Watching sun pour in the window with a saffron glow Watering the plants on my small sill(s) to help them grow. I rarely think much at all I wasn't wrong the other night, to say, that you always **** me over. You weren't off-base to say I'll never be happy
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
When You Called From The Dell I Would Run to You. Now I Stay Up-Wind and Cut Into The Sod All The Day. (You Came North)
I don't have it in me to be your friend because losing a friend is worse than just someone in the back seat of a cab or sprawled out on a towel on the beach at night besides, why wouldn't you leave? Go to London with her, with him, with her, with them You and him and her and they and they tell me to have goals. You ask about dreams. I seldom get asked questions "Im paralyzed by everything that I touch or that touches me." I tell everyone else I want to be in the "non-profit sector" I think about renting a small room. Working a night shift or not working. Watching sun pour in the window with a saffron glow Watering the plants on my small sill(s) to help them grow. I rarely think much at all I wasn't wrong the other night, to say, that you always **** me over. You weren't off-base to say I'll never be happy
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
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