| i'm frustrated.
but that's ok.
i forgot about this thing again.
no time, silly xanga. |
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| He's got fasting black lungs
made of clove splintered shardes
they're the kind that will talk
through a weezing of coughs
and i hear him every night
In every pore
and every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause i'll never
Never sleep alone.
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| ...and all you see, is where else you could be...
i nearly forgot all about xanga.
i'm sorry xanga.
p.s- new hair.
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| i like the park.
& my fancy camera phone.
& there is nothing you can do about it.
xanga is extinct, yea?
well i don't care. |
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