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Monday, January 7, 2008

Random thoughts

Don't tell me you have a past.
Tell me you see a future
The present cannot bind you
to your love. But, seal yourself to me.



Chaos repells love.

Words are weapons.

I've seen it in another and felt it in their tears,
But never have I been the side that wept.
Posted by Melissah at 7:51 AM

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