| why must we do
things we dont want to do
why must we fake every smile
why must we take
things we think we might break
and pretend that we won't all the while
why blink an eye
while feeling high
and not taste all the beauty around
why cant you sing
and be heard like a sting
to make harmony of beautiful sound
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| i decided xanga is kinda lame
but i guess i am too because i am still writing in it ;)
good weekend....GOOD weekend. |
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| i had that dream
about you again
where i'd wait outside
until you'd let me in ♥ |
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| drifting, changing, moving, shaking. lifting, shifting, working, breaking. playing, crying, frowning, smiling.
this is my life i guess. and thats ok with me.
i LOVE tennis. and my friends. and my family.
i probably will hate something tomorrow, though, because i have to go to school. and that's just the way it works. |
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