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Got postcards from my former selves, saying, "How you been?"
We might've said good byes just a little soon,
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon.

"if you're a bird, i'm a bird" (tagboard here)
Wednesday, December 28, 2005 @ 2:53 pm


i carry the weight of the world a plastic bag around in case i were to vomit. again. ): and my shoulders hurt a lot. i hav no idea why. i just feel very weird. argh. can die ):