

Fantasy. I don't know me and you don't know you,Fantasy. by ~usedcarsbadlivers
So we fit together good,
Because I knew you like I knew myself.
We clung like barnacles on a boat,
Even though the ship sinks you know you can't let go.
I was talking like two hands knocking,
Saying, "Let me in, let me in, please come out."
I can't breathe.
Can you hear it?
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Rule 110-- Labour to Keep Alive in Your Breast that Little Spark of Celestial Fire Called Conscience
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...death is peaceful... easy...
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That song has more breakdowns than my grandma's oldsmobile.
It's a beautiful gallery
Great work
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That song has more breakdowns than my grandma's oldsmobile.
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damn it.
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The spaces between your fingers were created so that anothers could fill them in.