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sweetest lil thangs

Saturday, March 8, 2008

You know the ones who won't leave you behind in the crowd, are the ones who don't mind you calling 'em up in the middle of the night, hearing your stupid voice and even though they wished you never spoke, they still listened quietly. <<< DAM YOU LUCKILY YOU DIDN'T RECORD DOWN OKAY??????????

& this morn when I woke up, the first thing I thought was to read Gladys' note/letter/card. HEH.



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself