Wednesday, May 18, 2005

 

In Space

No matter gay or grim, it's those tiny little sparks of daily life that make me forget my wounded heart. It doesn't matter when, it may rain or it may shine, but blurry memories of us come back from time to time.

Can I give you all my love? Tell you what I'm dreaming of?

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posted by Rivaine  # 2:26 AM
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*grin* Too late.
 
Shhh.... ohwait, everyone already knows. Shit.
 
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