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Senior Member
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Femme Relationship Status:
I need ya boo, gotta see ya boo Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Big Money Texas
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It's down on me
Yeah I got to tell you one thing It's been on my mind Girl I gotta say We're partners in crime You got that certain something What you give to me Takes my breath away Now the word out on the street Is the devil's in your kiss If our love goes up in flames It's a fire I can't resist |
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Timed Out
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atypical Preferred Pronoun?:
plague words and phrases Relationship Status:
love wise guys of the avian world Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: wekiva springs basin
Posts: 3,236
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...what if i stopped
just for a while to make it go slower still up the night just for a while to see if i'm finer live like i'm finer tell me your tale something with fire to break from the sorrow to break through the doors... |
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Junior Member
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Femme Preferred Pronoun?:
Princess Relationship Status:
Re-learning who I am Join Date: Feb 2010
Location: San Diego
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"...Tied up with a smile..."
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Member
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Butch Preferred Pronoun?:
Mister Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Austin
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You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you? You took a white orchid You took a white orchid and turned it blue Something better than nothing Something better than nothing, it's giving up We all need to do something Try to keep the truth from showing up |
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Timed Out
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Permanently Banned 10/24/2010 Preferred Pronoun?:
She. Relationship Status:
Married (one of 18,000) ![]() Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Atascadero, CA
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We got something we both know it,
We don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret, all the same, Somehow we get around it Listen, it don't really matter to me Baby, you believe what you wanna believe You see, you don't have to live like a refugee Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have Kicked you around some Tell me why you wanna lay there, Revel in your abandon Honey, it don't make no difference to me Baby, everybodys had to fight to be free You see, you don't have to live like a refugee No baby, you don't have to live like a refugee Baby, we ain't the first I'm sure a lot of other lovers been burned Right now this ain't real to you Its one of those things you got to feel to be true Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have Kicked you around some Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped, Tied-up, taken away, and held for ransom Honey, it don't really matter to me Baby, everybody's ha d to fight to be free You see, you don't have to live like a refugee No, you don't have to live like a refugee Baby, you don't have to live like a refugee |
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Senior Member
How Do You Identify?:
a cynical princess wannabe Preferred Pronoun?:
lipgloss junkie Relationship Status:
yep Join Date: Feb 2010
Location: the ville
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You can call me a sinner
and you can call me a saint Celebrate me for who I am Dislike me for what I ain’t Put me up on a pedestal Or drag me down in the dirt Sticks and stones will break my bones But your names will never hurt I’ll be the garden, you’ll be the snake All of my fruit is yours to take Better the devil that you know Your love for me will grow Because This is who I am You can like it or not You can love me or leave me Cause I’m never gonna stop, no no Cleopatra had her way Mata Hari too Whether they were good or bad Is strictly up to you Life is a paradox And it doesn’t make much sense You can't have the femme without the fatale Please don’t take offense Don’t let the fruit rot under the vine Fill up your cup and let’s drink the wine Better the devil that you know Your love for me will grow Because This is who I am You can like it or not You can love me or leave me Cause I’m never gonna stop... |
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Timed Out
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Permanently Banned 10/24/2010 Preferred Pronoun?:
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Married (one of 18,000) ![]() Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Atascadero, CA
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Don't try to call
There are some bridges that burn Beyond recognition beyond repair Don't say you've changed There are some forces that turn Beyond recollection beyond my stare When I feel the cold in the dark I know you're there Long ago I was a woman in pain A woman in need I ran to you Long ago I did not understand You were making me bleed I ran to you When I feel the cold in the dark I know what you do I will crawl through my past Over stones blood and glass In the ruins Reaching under the fence As I try to make sense In the ruins I know your heart has held its own fear It's perfectly clear What they did to you In my heart it's the screaming I hear I won't let them come near Since my love knew you When I feel the cold in the dark I remember you I will crawl through my past Over stones blood and glass In the ruins Reaching under the fence As I try to make sense In the ruins Night after night I am carving it out I will carry it down to the waterside Night after night I am hearing the sound Of wings that come beating I will not hide When I feel the cold in the dark I will know why I will crawl through my past Over stones blood and glass In the ruins Reaching under the fence As I try to make sense In the ruins But if I am to heal I must first learn to feel In the ruins I will crawl |
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