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02-22-2010, 03:09 PM
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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line. 
 Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
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She's my only love, she's my favorite sinner.
My heart's grown cold,
There's not much left. My blood won't turn, And I can see my breath. She walks above, the angel's rule Kicks the snow, feels like winter; I'd do anything to just be with her, Genevieve. Well, the world won't turn, The world won't turn, The frames won't break, And the letters won't burn. The whole thing seems Like Einstein's dreams; See the smoke, start to shiver: I'd do anything just to forget her.
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Two or three things I know for sure, And one is that I would rather go naked Than wear the coat the world has made for me. Last edited by Selenay; 02-22-2010 at 03:13 PM. |
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