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good grief shrieks the silence I have not obtained Yet still optimistically await inside the corridor of mind chatter I am. Yes man, I'd scram if that's your plan - it demands too many details From those who have less substance that whispers from mutes to deaf ears. He is not real; I am not allowing the nots! He is just real and perfect for me... I am secretly affected to transmutation of myself into a silly girl. Do not reveal what I have just revealed. No telling how I strategized this maneuver, With subconsciousness in the captain's chair No co-pilot at hand. I am very hopeful for the self to not this time ruin Whatever he sees that he seeks to be near-to... Wish me luck on that one, too... I know I shall Get this one and not have it unveiled as another All possibilities do stand open and waiting our choices to live Our story so good it is certainly outlawed and classified So good it is we almost forget we really just wanted to die When I ran into him in the street that night.
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Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
getting off infinity
good grief shrieks the silence I have not obtained Yet still optimistically await inside the corridor of mind chatter I am. Yes man, I'd scram if that's your plan - it demands too many details From those who have less substance that whispers from mutes to deaf ears. He is not real; I am not allowing the nots! He is just real and perfect for me... I am secretly affected to transmutation of myself into a silly girl. Do not reveal what I have just revealed. No telling how I strategized this maneuver, With subconsciousness in the captain's chair No co-pilot at hand. I am very hopeful for the self to not this time ruin Whatever he sees that he seeks to be near-to... Wish me luck on that one, too... I know I shall Get this one and not have it unveiled as another All possibilities do stand open and waiting our choices to live Our story so good it is certainly outlawed and classified So good it is we almost forget we really just wanted to die When I ran into him in the street that night.
natorinspirational devotional
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Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
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