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i want to write a pissed off entry, but i dont know what it should say. dot dot dot. it's all his fault. i hate him but not really because i cant hate him because its too hard. and right now words dont seem right which is weird for me because words always fit what im feeling and when they dont then piano keys do. but i cant play piano because 1. its late 2. brigids piano has the Black Deathular Affliction blah. i need to do some free writing but i dont feel inspirational at the moment. because its harder to write an entry knowing someone else is reading or will read it and its easier to go with it when the world doesnt care. so for once this open diary thing isnt working for me. hmmm. so for now i'll sit and pick apart your picture and over analyze your words 'cause the truth is, i've never fallen so hard its taken everything in me just to forget your sweater so far i can honestly say that i've never ever ever felt this way your lips your eyelashes your skin these are the parts of your body that cause my comatose to begin ive had that song stuck in my head ALL DAY
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"your lips your eyelashes your skin"
WHAT DO WE SAY ABOUT THAT SONG? Well, at least you made eyelashes one word. But honestly, look at what you're doing. Come awnnnnn.