Wherever from, your entrances are grand ones and all I can ever do is to celebrate my helpless hurting heart cradled amidst half-trapped breaths.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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Oh Bhains,
TA DA!
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1 comments:
reminds me a little of me. you cutiepie <3
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