

It Isn't Supposed To MatterYou won't speak, But that's alright Just leaning against you, breathing you in It's good enough for meIt Isn't Supposed To Matter
Rubbing your hands on my cold feet makes me giggle And you know it too That's why you do it I love and hate that about you
A little silver heart That you placed in my hand Cherish, it's etched into it, Like burns on the palm of my hand
You won't speak And it's not alright It isn't supposed to matter But it does
Devious Comments
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With a wail, you let them know you're furious, you're back.
~RomanHoliday666
~shadowkeeper1327
~SweetCantarella
~DigiZombie-Thing
~Pyroinsomniac3
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"the cats are not what they seem"
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musik for the end of the world
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La beauté nous interdit l'accès à une horreur fondamentale
As for the club, I am most inetersted!
Thanks
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To write the poem of the human conscience, if only of one man, even the most insignificant of man, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and definitive epic.
Victor Hugo
&thanks for the add,too
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hold on to me darling, I've got nowhere else to go...
And thanks to you to, I hope you're right.
thanks for the favs, i'm looking forward to seeing your writing-
and i'm sure you have nothing to be intimidated of
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hold on to me darling, I've got nowhere else to go...
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