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01-21-2010, 07:46 PM
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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line. 
 Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
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Would you like the chance to shatter heaven?
Would you like to be the one who pulls the sky down just for me? Round and round and round we run, And pretend the sun is all you need I’ve never known a moment to be frozen You’re making deals with minutes that will slip away, just slip away So starve the garden, stop the rain- Winter settles on my petals anyway, anyways. Is your armor thin again Do I want to wear it down? Am I worthy to come in? Do you want to be found? Nothing into something into nothing Every rule you break means there’s no turning back, no looking back. The words that I could never say - The clutter that is in your way is nothing new. . .
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Two or three things I know for sure, And one is that I would rather go naked Than wear the coat the world has made for me. |
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