| 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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