neh.
so i finally posted.

voice
eyes
heart

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down in the dumps
melancholic singing
sweet yet peircing melody
inky starless skies
mocking down upon

once shimmering like moons
clouded with tears
dim and dead
staring ahead the horizon
taking over

carved cement
mixed with emotions
sand.water.gravel.
crushed stones
jaggered rocks
becoming concrete
fire-water resistant

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he came back.
should i feel: happy?sad?excited?anxious?angry?
i dont know.
dont feel like seeing his face.
happy.cheery.cheeky.
dont want his presence.
dont want him to come back.

he belongs to someone.
already.

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i love andrea my slow-grandmother-mini-meanie.
:D
i think ST is cute (:

'No Reservations' totally rockk.

yours truely:
Virgos really prefer bottling things up.