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4/28/10
It All Begins To Echo
I Dont Think You Understand The Weight, And Power, Your Words Have Over Me. Just Please.. If you care at all, dont tell me you still love me.
It would just tear me to shreds.
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And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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In Days Past.,,
Man Thing.
"Honor the victims"
I Tried. Guess I'm Not Ready To Get Better. Good....
If It Kills Me,
Unwell - Matchbox Twenty
When I'm Gone?
Change Of Pace,
It All Begins To Echo
I Wanna Know.
Dear Beast,
My Jello..
Please.
[Trying To Hold, Just A Second Longer.]
And Now.
He Is
Its All In The Faith
He Said,
These Arms
For now i pretend..
I've Had It.
These Days,
She Returns.
"Not Now"
..So much of me to go around
Reconnections?
Always Here For You..
Cue Exit
Matt Erno -
I Am =
Motion City Sound Track -
[Goodbye Agian.]
Sick Puppies -
Edit Self.
Numbers,
no more tears
The Words To Every Song.
Numbness
second serenade/.;
Panic Attack.
The Things I Tell You
Starved. Its A Good Thing
This Is How It Spirals.
tell me the truth
Not Even The Damned
I unlike some people
CUE HEART FAILUR
RuNnINg
PLANS
.,"
Pehaps. Only Perhaps.
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