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things are shaping up to be pretty odd
we are broken.
things have changed for me, but that's okay
when the moon fell in love with the sun
if you wanna play it like a game, well come on, co...
But repetition ends in failure
don't be so hard on yourself
we came alone and we left together
i'm over you now, i'm at home in the clouds, tower...
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Sunday, February 24, 2008
we are broken.
oh fuck.
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