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Friday, June 22, 2007

Sing to me.

"Sing me something soft, sad, and delicate.
Or loud and out of key; sing me anything."

I want somebody to sing me to sleep.
Everything is the same and my eyes are glassy.
Nothing's clear, but nothing matters.

Wah wah wah wah wah.
I whine too much.
Geeeeeesh.
Posted by prettyeyesdecieve_x at 4:12 AM

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