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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)
damn regret, i'll try to forget
Sunday, August 12, 2007 @ 11:51 pm


i remember the days of innocence and ignorance, where forever never lasted long enough. remember the nights we spent serenading the stars, realising for the first time in a long time that nobody cared but us. it didn't matter though because we had each other and that was all we'd ever need. we cried together, we died together, but we were funny that way and i don't think i've ever laughed as much.

i have so much left to say to you christina you're leaving too soon ):