

The Tale of the Two LionsSeveral forms of affection ended in consequent days. Such disturbing adbictions everted my actuality. One can no longer find solace with in singuliarity. Our bipartitional relationship, the tale of the two lions. Remembrance, the excitable memory of our inability Renders the soul of our failure to say what we want. WeThe Tale of the Two Lions
Rapsodized our strike outs, times we had. So now Remains the dregs of memories. Those I have, I Yearn to spill in the form of ink. My perfect lemonade, Yesterday prooved to be unkind. We'll move water still. New days bring us new life, don't be afraid to be


Missed CallsYour inflamation of deceits Is yawning me into self indulgence Of finding ways on how to kill youMissed Calls
Is the number of missed calls
The determinant for your affection? Plus your tall-tales are accumulating as the sun
I'm dead sure you said my name
The first time you called me I was having my Biology class, damn you
Why don't you call me then? You brother busy playing soccer? Let me hear you voice, make it up to me
You hurt me quite a lot the other day Life proved to be a bore without your sarcasm Do something, or your curses will be m
sending some love
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SPREAD THE ART, NOT THE VIRUS
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it seems that our day keeps falling on a leap year
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're a bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're a great friend
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Send this rose to everyone you care about!!
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...and they were dead when I got there.
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Thanks for everything...
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it seems that our day keeps falling on a leap year
so now the wolrd knows! ^_^
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it seems that our day keeps falling on a leap year
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*Kelli Says the Darndest Things
Jeana: We're singing a song about sluts in Showchoir.
Kelli: What?
J: Big spender.
K: Yeah. Well, it's more like hookers.
J: Same thing.
K: Nope. Sluts do it free!
*All quotes are real*
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...and they were dead when I got there.
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