| Oh, you're actually supposed to put something down about yourself here? ... -coughs- Well then. |


For Emma.Fergie, Fergie, Weak from the dope, In your house of abandoned hope, You are Bhudda, Your skeleton a swing set, Have you any sanity left?For Emma.
Fergie, Fergie, You inhale toxin's, You exhale care, Fegie, Fergie, Is there anyone here?
Fergie, Fergie, What cause's such loss, Such a price to pay, Do you not see the cost?
Fergie, Fergie, Can you not read the price tag, On the label of addiction?
Fergie, Fergie, I'll always be here, Don't sell yourself away, Come here, Let me hold you close, &nbs

your ID is so lol,
(:
Hahaha. Thanks. -shrug- It's the truth. xD
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"The city streets are lines with truth; I walk through them. Sometimes, they walk through me." -- Markus Zusak
I'm guessing you've either given up on trying to fix it, or she isn't listening yet?
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"The city streets are lines with truth; I walk through them. Sometimes, they walk through me." -- Markus Zusak
she's sort of listening,
she's just frustrating, i love her still, of course.
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"The city streets are lines with truth; I walk through them. Sometimes, they walk through me." -- Markus Zusak
i like my style too ^-^
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