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i want t live in your eyes, die in your arms and be buried in your heart
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i am who i am
I BALL
love the people =)

gimme that

i wna grow taller.
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Sunday, March 25, 2007

shopping spree on sat, got another jeans, shorts plus jacket.
adel, steph jo got their stuffs too.
but I'm not done yetttt. and so 's steph.
ha we'll seeeeee if i ever getta complete my shopping list. kinda impossible.
money please rain down from the skies
by the way, nationals starting on tues. and that's real quick.



I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through
that everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
to turn and run when all I needed was the truth
but that's how it's got to be
it's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
the smoke and who's still standing when it clears
let's rearrange,
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
say that we agree and then never change
soften a bit until we all just get along
but that's disregard
and suddenly, I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves


with eight seconds left in overtime,
she's on your mind,
she's on your mind.
i.. give up.


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