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Wednesday, January 19, 2011 / 9:35 PM ♥
But I get carried away with every page and every magazine, the cheaper the thrill, the deeper I fill my head with blasphemy. So much to say, but no words to convey. The loneliness building with each passing day. but I'm getting used to it, you have to get used to it. |
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and the dreams that began at dusk. |
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