Don't remember when
days were divided into
those with worry and those
without.
With a choice,
or no way out.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
My Equinox
Typed by Nur R. at 8:02 AM
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Oh Bhains,
TA DA!
crawling ladybirds
About Me
And The Numbers
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3 comments:
BEST thing I've read in ages. Sharp, precise, cutting, awesome.
Thanks! <3
I don't think anyone really does.
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