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singmelovesongs

Published: Feb 21, 2010

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                               a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

                                        choose [your words] wisely.

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him or her or you or me
fuck it- we're ancient history.

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Feb 22, 2010

'i couldn't find a u from here to san diego; not even if i tried.'

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