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[12 Feb 2006|10:12pm] |
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music |
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lapush - hideaway |
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" Ransom notes keep falling out of your mouth. Midsweet talk newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you. You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit. "
I don't want to go back to school. Too much drama, too much hypocricy, too much everything.
And tomorrow, when I step foot into my first period class, I'll be glad to be back.
Go figure.
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[11 Feb 2006|12:33pm] |
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" Love is the scene I render when you catch me wide awake. Love is the dream I enter, though I shake and shake and shake you. "
My name is Bailey. I'm always sick and easily obsessed with things. That's pretty much all you'll ever find out about me from this journal.
Add me, I'll add you back, I promise.
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