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so.
like.
TOTALLY
them my bitchz.
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birds of a feather..
fuck together..
just a little bit from a wiseman.
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so.
hello xanga.
i have so many problems
yet.
no help coming at all.
This boy.
i like him.
yet.
i don't know.
his hearts somewhere.
can he be so far away. i kinda wish he was right here.
.
and how can it be a choice. when i've shown him all i am?
i guess im only skin - deep.
"santa.
my christmas list was only two pages long {{for laughs}}.
and at the bottom of it.. in itty bitty handwritting.
was a name.
just a name.
in parentheses out beside the name.' i want this too. but i'll understand if you can't get it.
maybe i wasn't a good boy. or maybe
i was just too selfish.'
So he put this letter on the cookies he made. he's not a very good cook so of course you can see they were amaturely made. .
he took a look at his tree.. sighing.
walked slowly to his room. layed his head on his pillow. looking out his window in stardom nothingness.
he fell asleep knowing.. that maybe his wish.. to santa... would come true.
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sad.
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So don't wish upon a star...
cuz its dark and lonely it gets you so far.
and it doesn't matter who you are:
cuz the sky looks better from the ground.. anyway.
You never know what you've got.
and even if you do it don't mean its going stay
tomorrow is another day
you only live once and I'm living for today..
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I live for the day.
I live for the night.
:that you would be desperate and dying inside
I live for the tears to fall down your face.. I live for the words
you finally say..
I live for today..
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