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it's like being home sick for a place that doesn't even exist. clllllllllllllickkkkk |
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There is love in your body but you can’t hold it in. It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin. Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts. There is love in your body, but you can’t get it out. It gets stuck in your head, won’t come out of your mouth. Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste.” click. |
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"you can do better. you deserve so much more." in reality, you're right. but sometimes when you love someone, you love the person for who they are despite what wrong they've done to you. that's what love does to you. it's not about whom you deserve, it's about whom you want, whom you need, and whom you love. i always will. |
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| There's something there alright, but you left first because you're afraid to have a connection with him, to become attached, to have your heart broken all over again. You've gotten so close to him but you back off and leave him wondering how and why you did it. You thought it wasn't worth it, when at the back of your mind, you're also wondering what could have been if you stayed. |
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| i'm taking a break from xanga. i just don't really have the time anymore! i'm really sorry if you enjoyed my constant updates, but this is something i have to do for myself. i appreciate all of you and i will be back<3 goodbye :) |
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