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My blood bleeds red For all those thoughts you left unsaid Well how could you let your guard down And let me impose We’re dying the further this thing goes Well can we go back to where we were before You dropped your heart on my floor Cause it was easiest to hide it all away And never say what we were thinking No you’d never catch me blinking that night ‘Cause I was all of yours So say goodbye to days like these I’ll give it one more try and hope it all seems better in your eyes Well maybe not this time

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Icon: LJ/sixthmile
Layout: tuesdaynight
Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery

Written on: Sunday, March 9, 2008
Time: 8:02 PM

how you celebrate the moment of new year when the clock strikes 12, it's how you'd be spending the rest of the year like. is that true? but i cant seem to remember how i spent that moment last year.

let me clarify, when i say words, i don mean written words but 'The Spoken Words', COMMUNICATION in short. yes, i simply don get the art of expressing tones and depth through written words. but of cus, it applies to certain situations AND why am i acting all professor. gees.

sex sex and only sex, it doesnt really go well together aint it. thats interesting, i get it now. great laugh.

and ta, because of ur chilli fondue, i have this enormous craving for crabs now! bear the sins, get the recipe from baby and cook me that dish. =)

MOM, i have a pimple on my forehead, let me do a mask. acting all gay. in fact, i am.