thank you for your patience.
if there is anyone out there, i certainly appreciate you taking the time to read this.
<3 Maggie
j-rock bish

The AfterglowFor a moment I held the afterglow It soaked through my hands and my chest A mournful goodbye to a night That would not tolerate restThe Afterglow
Sleep would have liked to consume me And torment my time to be sane Storms twisting and eyes in the distance Are the inhabitants of my slumbering brain
The pillows and bedsheets pity me My pulse grows weaker each day The comforting glow before morning Will scare all my demons away
Perhaps I deserve all this trouble Perhaps everything will be fine But even if sleep's not the gift for me The


iheartyouholding you in my arms cuz of this god forsaken weather ,iheartyou
holding on tightly until these tears say forever
Won't you be my sunshine? Won't you be my beautiful spring?
If you listen to my heartbeating, sometimes you'll heart it sing.
right now im living in the fall and i do anything to miss the winter trying to find the words like a broken printer
There's something I have to tell you, I just don't know how to say it. I'd pull the words out of my pocket, but its impossible to pay it.
money cant buy me love, but it sure can buy me hate but the only thing
tubbolover
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, Id turn your bed sheets inside out
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, Id turn your bed sheets inside out
thank you for the favorite.
btw. i was reading old letters you sent me last night.
i havent been able to log in. i just found out i could at school.
go me.
i tried to call you once.
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, Id turn your bed sheets inside out
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"time is contagious
and everybody's getting old"
Damien Rice
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, Id turn your bed sheets inside out
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[She was tracing her years
with her fingers on her skin
saying, "why don't i begin again?"]
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aloha means goodbye and also hello; its in how you inflect.
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You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."There is poetry in dispair,and we sang in unrivaled beauty. Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names into the flesh of the city.
you seem pretty cool and have good music tastes.
not to mention your photography. beautiful.
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I'm Fall0ut, and I approve of this message
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