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and you'll be in front of me, turning gray.
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"a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere." 10-1-2010.
title and above line taken from "soul meets body" by death cab.
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i have nothing to offer you but the words on my lips.i'm not funny
or witty.i don't paint or take pictures.i can't sing you a song
from center sta..
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i want the air back beneath my wings.
9-21-2010 to 9-30-2010.
a letter i never sent, turned into a poem that shouldn't be read.
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i have nothing to offer you but the words on my lips.i'm not funny
or witty.i don't paint or take pictures.i can't sing you a song
from center sta..
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Cold and dead, with cream and sugar. 9-7-2010.
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i'm concentrating on falling apart.we were contenders, but we're still throwing the fight.but i just wanna believe, i just wanted to believe,i just wo..
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robbie-i think that's your name, anyway.i should feel bad
about that, maybe.but i don't, because you don't know mine.you
and your chocolate eyes m..
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well, i'll be honest.i don't remember the last person i made a pinky
promise to.and that makes me feel so, so lonely.lonely like
the smallest pupp..
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brian, sweetheart.i'm sorry nothing ever seems to help.i'm
sorry i'm not a better friend.i know i've promised to try harder,but
you need to stop t..
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