For her, the difference is...It's the difference between standing in your livingroom...For her, the difference is...
And standing outside in the middle of spring.
It's a difference well defined yet mysterious to me. Comprable to your optomitrist fixing problems you never knew existed, taking blurred unfocused vision and making things clear. Sure, you could have gotten by without being set straight, but would you have wanted to?
Who'd want to go back?
I see more in this girl; More than all the last. I don't see a monster, I see a human, and sometimes I even see an angel. If that statment doesn't scream insurmounable, than I don't know what el
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Give me a teen love story, with an open ending and endless possibilities....
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babies turn blue,
and they're ignored.
just like the sky on summer days;
before you turn and walk away,
it has changed you.
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babies turn blue,
and they're ignored.
just like the sky on summer days;
before you turn and walk away,
it has changed you.
Welcome to DA
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What Type of Weather Are you?
"A suicide letter written by someone
not suicidal is called an autobiography."
dane cook.
=RawEm0tion
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