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play with my hair and not with my heart

Things can be forgotten and dulled until you look under the tarp once again.

It's all just starting to blur together /:

We're all hoping it's not true, you're not with English....are you?

Falling apart

I remember all those horrible days...

She's hiding from the monster...she's all alone now.. .Please read, id like some feedback ^__^

Merle and Daryl poem thats not very good but here ya go

Doomed to be alone at the very end, always.

It would take just a minute, For me to end the joke that is my life Just one little moment, And in I can plunge that knife. I doubt you would ..