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cigarettes & singalongs: .to get out.
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My sister hates loud music. She doesn't need the open air of a highway, or to make art or love or changes to make peace, happiness, or passion. My sister sleeps when the sun goes down and wakes when it's back. She follows the earth but stands still. My sister is not me. So I love her. She doesn't agree with the perfume I choose. But she loves me. I wonder if her exit taunts her. So I love her. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). President of the art club. Mark's deadformat (not complete).
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cigarettes & singalongs: .two beginnings.
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My weakest days somehow can always become my strongest. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). President of the art club. Mark's deadformat (not complete).
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cigarettes & singalongs: .hardening humidity mixed with the truth.
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Hardening humidity mixed with the truth. We have all lived the past. Your past certainly isn't mine, but I've lived one too. We all have some stories that are certainly worth retelling, and some worth silently forgetting. Whatever the past was, it has made the present. In working to make the present worth it in the future, souls have to live it, breath it, dance in it, and rebel for it. I will always listen to anything you two have to say. These are the people that I love. President of the art club.
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cigarettes & singalongs: 08.09
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My weakest days somehow can always become my strongest. My sister hates loud music. She doesn't need the open air of a highway, or to make art or love or changes to make peace, happiness, or passion. My sister sleeps when the sun goes down and wakes when it's back. She follows the earth but stands still. My sister is not me. So I love her. She doesn't agree with the perfume I choose. But she loves me. I wonder if her exit taunts her. So I love her. Please press 'play' and read on at a maddening pace).
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cigarettes & singalongs
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Please press 'play' and read on at a maddening pace). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). President of the art club. Mark's deadformat (not complete).
