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i vomitted last night. i was thinking about you.
(or, was that a dream of me vomitting, thinking of you?) no matter. i vomit either way, just a little, everytime i see you. punk
posted by Athena @ 1:31 PM
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Just across the divide
aspiring woman fingering through life and love and falling all the time. These are notes to jonas (primarily, but others warrant comment on occasion), scrawled first across the insides of my eyelids, and next upon the page in hopes a glimpse may be caught into the depths of a soul sorely misunderstood.
12.16.2007
(or, was that a dream of me vomitting, thinking of you?) no matter. i vomit either way, just a little, everytime i see you. punk
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