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Sunday, July 18, 2010
What made you pick brown?
its weird that I miss Eve?
she was sometimes easier to be...
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can't hang and a ton of bricks.
isn't it broronic?
back to business.
heres to sincerity. cheers.
and then it means something different.
What made you pick brown?
letters again.
ask me...again.
You roll the number and I’ll buy the lumber
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
thoughts today...patriotic? no.
its times like these that i can't wait to move out.
its...full of moments that should go differently b...
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