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auriela 17.04.12 - 03:38am
Love isn't near, we just feel the need to sense it. Rebelliousness was always an ode to the wretched me...and red roses bloom in a grey cementary. My air doesn't flow through my hair like the Poet said it should...my blossom bleeds cause it needed to bloom...how could you wear white while I wear black n I'm not worth a penny but I am still here...Dead and steady... * +

auriela 17.04.12 - 03:40am
I could write what I needed to write but... * +

themiss 17.04.12 - 04:37am
could it be that you could be me??? * +

auriela 17.04.12 - 08:38am
No, rebelliousness or rebellion was always that sad song you played on the guitar and your wine really hurt my vein because you don't see me you never defended me... * +

auriela 17.04.12 - 09:01am
okay this was this guardian angel mind thee and bam there were also the gods! * +

themiss 17.04.12 - 09:05am
auriela how can they be the gods? * +

astraera 18.04.12 - 02:09am
Well, to be it simply...just bug off. ;) (hmm) * +

kurt_x 18.04.12 - 11:02pm
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