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it might as well be here.

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If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Saturday, September 4, 2010

You Haven't The Faintest Idea.

When you ask me how I am,
and I respond with the word "fine",
you have no idea what I'm really saying.

I'm
Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional

Yeah, I'm just fine.
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