my space, my salad bowl, my punch-bag, my foosball, my coffee, my pillow
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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little dreams, tiny hopes, of walking into u, wherever i go giggles i wish to stifle, happy laughs smiles that start at any moment, and never end staring into space, and never get bored being with you is like being with everyone I want to be with.
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