and now that we've found love what are we gonna do...with it so i found him at the bookstore shaking out his hair he looked like boyfriend material, to be fair be honest i said to myself without words oh, what i know about him...or heard i do not have to worry, my mind is clear and i have to ask him, nothing to fear reincarnation is the worlds only hope as death colors my eyes and i cope and pain begins to flame, matches begin to strike 100 times ill say it... go fly a kite no longer will you answer when i call you out 15 days ago i saw a pout but, uh back to the matter at hand you will go home with me?! grand drop the voice thing or ill run you down don't give me that look, and don't you dare frown undercut by falling game and what was i? never the same and as i contempelate suicide wondering if i should a voice whispers to me: go ahead, you Could and the way i am was the way i was why don't you like me, i ask? because and all i wanted was your love and honor instead i was treated like D.J connor if you didn't want me, ring the bell 100 times youll say it GO...TO HELL..!!Birth sign: Aries
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