She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Friday, June 26, 2009
The words just aren't there. They're fake. Automatic. Not anything I want to say. More often than not, I'll just tear myself to pieces before I ever say how I really feel. I'm waiting for something amazing to happen or to get hit by a bus. Or maybe both.
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