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holy crap monkeys! im auctually updating!! *does a little happy-kat dance* took me long enoug huh? well im still working on this site but its all good right?! cuz im cool like that! o yea!
Kissing you is like a drug,
and I am an addict...
aww... so nice to have someone to love!
OK DESPITE WHAT IVE TOLD THEM A THOUSAND TIMES, THE GUYS IN MUCK STILL SWEAR I SACRIFICE BABIES AND HOUSE PETS IN THE MICROWAVE AND/ OR I EAT THEM... AND I DO NOT SO DUN LISTEN TO THEM.... THEYRE BUTTHEADS
 got your letter and the poetry you sent me
postmarked in december of last year
i really hope you're doing better
all your friends close by your side
one step closer to recovery
i wish there was something i could say
to erase each and every page
you've been through
even though its not my place to save you
i appreciate but cant accept this thank you note
thats sealed with your last breath
and i won't stand aside
and listen to you give up
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
these arms remain stretched out to you
maybe someday you'll accept them
maybe its too late to save a young girls heart that slowly stopped beating
(maybe)
wake up wake up you've gotta believe
wake up wake up
you cant give up time keeps going on without us
long after we're dead and gone
i wish there was something i could say
to erase each and every page
you've been through
even though its not my place to save you
i appreciate but cant accept this thank you note
thats sealed with your last breath
and i won't stand aside
and listen to you give up
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
if you'll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
just hold on/ just hold on
just read the bold orange stuff... its what means the most...
one, two, freddys commin 4 u, three, four, better lock ur door, five, six, get ur crusifix, seven, eight, stay up late, nine, ten, never sleep again
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I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair;
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
tho i kno u r asleep, i whisper to ur ear, words that would make u feel like the night when we first kissed...
tracing shadows on ur lips, i thought i felt a smile or can u hear me say that im in love with u.....
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and know the next time that you
make a wish upon a star
that sometimes it might actually come true.
our conversation can't consist of hello and goodbye
and the silence between saying I love you.
and sometimes I wonder 'bout that too.
~man, were outta papers
-ok then get me a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew, and some tin foil
~we dont have a corkscrew
- then get me a avacado, ice pick, and my snorkel. trust me bro ive made bongs with less... hurry up!
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