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date/time Sunday, January 31, 2010,11:24 PM
RIIIIGGHT, well..
i know you love me, but what i'm trying to say is.. it just don't feel like it.
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date/time 7:57 PM
"she's an insecure, unthankful b****"
You remind me about how much i have, and how much i should be thankful for. You can only think you love someone, when you don't know what love is... right? anyway, i love you, or i think i do.
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date/time Saturday, January 30, 2010,5:49 PM
Wait 'till i get my money right.
u get smaller to my brain sight view every time you walk one more easy step backwards, but my eyesight view of you is too clear, i think i must be dreaming.
we all have to lose some weight... not really physically.
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date/time Friday, January 29, 2010,2:22 PM
hey, whats yo name?
i liked it better when i felt like i was obliged to tell you everything.. cause i did. but now it just feels to me as if i'm playing this broken record. too old, too hard to try and fix.
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date/time Thursday, January 28, 2010,7:17 PM
why you leanin when you should be stressin?
i'm moving too slow for life to catch up. more like, life's moving too fast for me to catch up.. why can't we just make our own due dates, and move the way we want to, and help our world slow down a little bit more so we can scoop the floods out to water our gardens and make enough food to spoon feed our siblings in poverty in slow motion?
sometimes a dance is too fast to pick up, so why don't we all just lean back and learn from the 4D TV Show we're all running?
p.s. i'm moving slooooooooooowly, and i like it. the world's being hypocritical cause no one else does.
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date/time Thursday, January 21, 2010,10:41 PM
how quick can you fall into the pastence?
your faith walks on broken glass..tonight, i'm gonna do me. i'm gonna fix myself up, do my hair, my nails, my legs, my skin, my face, my body. my soul. i'm gonna be okay. and listen to my inner self that walked me here in the first place. i'm gonna judge myself, my soul and my life from how it started. where can i go if i don't know where i came from? i'm gonna do what i want to do, and listen to my coloured eye as if a picture isn't detailed enough. but i'll have rules. my grievances won't be majority ruled. tonight, i'm gonna do me.
but hey, wasn't i supposed to start long time ago?
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date/time Tuesday, January 12, 2010,12:36 AM
tip the waiter
the smell like flowers, too sweet to be drinking. like a freshly poured cup of sweetness, the quick and tender waves grab at my taste buds for me to feel it's wrath of warmth. no feeling similar to this one.. of a burning tongue of words and distaste.
do you have those here?
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date/time 12:19 AM
since when did you get a brain? or a heart..
these late nights, late talks, early tears were far too imminent to be expressed.
how did i fall? like this? so blinded, and unsure of what i knew i was doing. madly craving what i knew i wouldn't have.. independence. but sometimes, why do i still feel independent? as simple as it is.. finding myself with a shortness of vocabulary..i've decided i no longer can describe you in words.
you were always there, when i never needed you. figure out if you really need me or if you don't know what how to express your wish list.
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it's hard for me to pretend.
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I'm Chelsea.
"wish that it was a perfect world where you could just forgive and forget; but you kind of learn that if someone loses your trust, you have to help them grow too, by giving them the consequence of 'letting them go and moving on..' it's hard to let someone go, but at the same time if you really love them, you're going to teach them what's right. love is selfless."
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disclaim your rules
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