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Monday, August 24, 2009



"... just imagine yourself lying on my chest, and i'm combing your hair with my fingers.."
this is the weight of your words. i still remember them-more significant ones- word for word; each word poignant, lingering, ricocheting off the hollow cavity that holds my mind, i know my mind is still there because every second i get nagging thoughts about you and they tug at my heartstrings, where is my mind?

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chantallll!!! i'm glad you've made up your mind and found your "road less traveled", you sound psyched and i feel psyched for you:)))

she's not here @

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