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Wednesday, August 27, 2008'♥

\\ you and i.\\

i don't always say the nicest things to you and, i will say the most cruel things when i am hurt and angry.
but you will be there and never once have you walked away.


i am always flicking your nips,pulling stunts on you,scaring you,and making you watch horror flicks,but you will always be a good sport, bear all sufferance ,and love me still.

i am always a sabotage to both our diets and wallets , always finding excuses not to exercise and be indulgent.but you will always gladly be mysmellyfattybelly'omelly and be fat together.

i tell jokes , that only i , will laugh to it.but you will always try to give a weak 'omg.am-i-supposed-to-laugh-to-that' smile. and not box me.

i dont always remember to wake up with you for sch or have cereal breakfast,
but you will always remember to set the alarm for me to wake up and text me to have my breakfast.

i may not hold you to sleep at night, but just so you know,
i can never sleep- without you ,by my side.
uevoli.

1:38 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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