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I'll Put A Spell On You.

Tuesday

Driveway.

I think it was the damned song.
Her eyes, her earnestness.
"Dr. Grey."

"They think that you're taking advantage of me and they think that I'm using you.

But they don't know us.

They think that we're ugly but I know that we're beautiful. And we can adapt to a hostile environment."

Up at the ceiling, where we come from.
Posted by The Girl Who Came Along at 24.3.09
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      • Far away.
      • I'm sorry.
      • For once,
      • If it's such a bother,
      • Wake up.
      • What's worse,
      • Driveway.
      • Stand By Me.
      • I am a rock.
      • At this moment, now.
      • Good morning, sunshine.
      • I think last night
      • .
      • Starting with your right hand.
      • Stop
      • I've got, a message.
      • To tell you.
      • It's not like I can
      • Sometimes some things cannot be fixed.
      • What I am to you,
      • Spinning.
      • She's not happy.
      • Idiot. (I am)
      • What I really need.
      • Who doesn't?
      • Not supposed to
      • I do not need this.
      • Possessed to obsess.
      • You're my person.
      • I knew I knew it then.
      • It's only my heart,
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